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„Quick man! Wake up!" it were more the words that fetched me from my deep slumber, than the soft pokes I received from my friend Sherock Holmes. These words reminded me on a similar summer's night about one year previously, when he had woken me with exactly the same urgency.
"You'll miss the finest of nature's magnificent spectacles if you stay in bed now, so hurry up Watson!"
Somnolently I put on my dressing gown to follow Holmes.
"The view is not the best, I have to admit, but you'll see enough." said he, almost dragging me down the narrow stairs.
"What is it that you wake me in the middle of the night once more?" I asked, still not quite awake, or I would have assumed right away that danger was to come; but not in this night.
"You may put that away." Holmes grabbed my army revolver from my hand. Until now I had not even been aware that I had held it all the time. "You won't need it Watson. Not to night. Besides, haven't you noticed what is going on? Well, I will show you then!"
By the time I felt somewhat bewildered as well as amused by my friend's behaviour. He ushered me towards one of our living room windows. "Here, Watson. Stay where you are; this is the place where you will have the best view on the events."
"What events? Holmes? The only thing I can see or hear outside is the rain!"
"Exactly, my dear fellow, exactly! Now just sit and watch." he placed a chair behind me, but I refused. Then he came so close behind me that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. There was nothing for a few minutes except for the sound of the rain outside, both our breaths, and the occasional humming of Holmes. His bearing made me wonder whether he might have indulged in his most dreadful habit of taking cocaine once more, and I was aleady prepared to form my thoughts into words, when lightning lit up the darkened room. The deafening thunder followed what felt like only five seconds afterwards. I have to admit, that the sheer brightness of it scared me at first, for I had never seen a lightning like this, save heard a thunder with this volume! But in the presence of Sherlock Holmes I lost all my fear.
He gave a sigh, what seemed to be in relief. "I had feared it would be over already, but gladly luck is on out side." he muttered. There was another lightning; this time the enormous thunder followed instantly, this time even louder than before! "It here, man! Hovering directly over our heads. Does this remind you of something, Watson?" suddenly I felt a hand sliding down from my shoulder to my waist. "Yes Holmes, how could I ever forget this day ever again? And besides, it was only one year ago." I think I do not need to point out that I was embarrassed by this touch; and you can also perhaps picture my shame when his hand slid even further down, until it came to a rest almost at the end of my spine. "Leave it, Holmes." I said annoyed after another tremendous thunder. Holmes ignored my protest. "Look into my eyes, Watson." He demanded. A long gaze followed. Our eyes fixed on the other ones.
"Happy anniversary." my friend said, gently placed a kiss onto my lips and disappeared into out shared bedroom. Being left alone I looked at the watch in the corner. Exactly at this moment, it struck midnight. Once more my memory wandered back to this day, one year ago; a night when a thunderstorm had been raging, precisely alike the this one, it had been the night, when Sherlock Holmes and I were first married.