[ For a moment, nothing is amiss. She feels his warmth even more acutely when he puts his arm around her, and she turns into it, eyes still closed. There is a smile, like maybe she's having a pleasant dream, though something causes her to stir, and she's turning again. She can't seem to decide whether she can't get comfortable, or whether she's too comfortable, but either way, consciousness seems to find her.
Her eyelids don't seem to want to open, though some part of her is trying; and she can be heard, faintly letting out a noise of protest...
Maybe just five more minutes?
When she turns this time, she snuggles up to his chest, and Herlock the bunny, who had been at the edge of the bed, falls off. ]
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Her eyelids don't seem to want to open, though some part of her is trying; and she can be heard, faintly letting out a noise of protest...
Maybe just five more minutes?
When she turns this time, she snuggles up to his chest, and Herlock the bunny, who had been at the edge of the bed, falls off. ]