I just laid there, surrounded on all sides by my most important people. I have vague, happy memories of climbing into bed with Mum and Dad when they shared one. I used to do it to Dad and Sherlock, too, on the rare occasions that I’d catch Sherlock actually sleeping in a bed. One gets too old for such things, I suppose, but I don’t think I could ever outgrow wanting that warm security.
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