[Babies are good, okay? But they're better when they're quiet, someone elses, and something she only passes in the street. She rolls over in the large bed, and notes immediately everything about it is wrong.
Not...Entirely. It's familiar, but it's now where she fell asleep (not this time) and she stretches languidly beneath the dark green covers. The smell, though faint from disuse, is entirely Sherlock. And he's definitely absent. She debates the merits of actually leaving and...
Predictably chooses to settle back in and attempt going back to sleep. It's too early to care]
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Not...Entirely. It's familiar, but it's now where she fell asleep (not this time) and she stretches languidly beneath the dark green covers. The smell, though faint from disuse, is entirely Sherlock. And he's definitely absent. She debates the merits of actually leaving and...
Predictably chooses to settle back in and attempt going back to sleep. It's too early to care]