This is just a little drabble I wrote about the friendship between Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes. No idea where it came from, I just starting writing. Please enjoy.
Baker Street Lullaby
It was a cold damp evening, perfect for the sitting by the fire. Which was exactly what I was doing. My friend, Sherlock Holmes, was curled up in his favorite armchair, pipe held between his lips. Silence filled the room save for the cheerful crackles of the fire and the soft rustle of paper as I reviewed my notes. Holmes had completed a case that afternoon and I was anxious to write down everything.
Several minutes passed before I noticed the small sound that rose just barely over the fire. I looked up, wondering what it could be. My question was answered as my gaze fell upon Sherlock Holmes. He was fast asleep and snoring gently. I smiled in relief, glad that the was finally resting. The case had been brought his attention some three days before and he hadn't slept since. I had made evident my concern for him, but he shrugged it off in his usual manner. Sometimes I think he forgets he's just human.
I watched him for a few minutes as he slept, his thin frame relaxed, his breathing slow and even. As quietly as I could, I rose to my feet and approached him. Carefully, I removed his pipe from his long fingers and set it in its place. I worried about Holmes sometimes. One of these days, he's going to push himself too far. But when he does, I'll be there.
Over the years, I have looked back many times on my friendship with Holmes. The man has his eccentricities and peculiarities, but he's also become my best friend. I would do anything for him. Holmes sighed, shifted slightly, and resumed his light snoring. I smiled and settled back on the sofa.
Outside it was still cold and damp, but none of that could touch me in here by the crackling fire and the sleeping Sherlock Holmes.
The End
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