Dreams 1

by proman232

A small bit written on a whim. Related to Project S, but not part of the plot. Now that I think about it, I just might include it in a later chapter. Who knows? Rated T for Alcohol usage and drug references. I may do more. If i so choose, I am open to reader suggestions.

"Forget the glass, just give me the pitcher." I grabbed it from the tray Woodhouse held. "Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me now at the hour of my death, which I hope is soon. Amen." I chugged the pitcher. "Sir, the lemur has gotten into your stash of pills." "So what? As long as he didn't-" "I'm afraid he also got into the pudding cups." That thing was deadly on sugar. "God dammit Woodhouse, it's your job to make sure that doesn't happen. Now I have to bait the traps again."

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was the strangest dream I ever had up to that point. I was still in the hospital bed, abdomen wrapped in bandages. Still sore, I sat up, drank the brandy Elise had left, and laid back down. I had to stop letting the doctors drug me.