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  Sherlock woke up the next morning comfortably burrowed in a nest of blankets, the only sounds from London just beginning to stir and gentle breathing besides his own. He eased his eyes open, it taking a moment for the memories from the night before to come back to him, and then he looked down at the small warm mass that was curled up at his side, nothing seen but messy black curls and the top of a violet nightgown. …Viola… As if responding to her name, she rolled over, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her skin as she smiled in her sleep, rubbing her cheek against him. Sherlock smiled, reaching and laying a hand on her