This morning started with a good solid breakfast and steaming hot coffee. It seemed like a beautiful day outside, so I pulled the drapes, which caused a cloud of dust and a sneeze, and opened the window. Birdsong filled the room and I sat down in the big maroon armchair enjoying the concert finishing my coffee, until I was interrupted by a door that was ripped open, and an annoyed voice telling me to: "Shut up! I am trying to sleep!"
I looked baffled at Sherlock in his nightgown. "But it's 8 am in the morning?"
"What does that have to do with anything? Oh… Off course you will jump to that easy but nevertheless incorrect conclusion, why, because you are an idiot. I haven't been sleeping for 24 hours, so I don't care what the clock is, you see?" His eye twitched.
"Someone is having a good morning," I said ironically. "If you can't sleep take some sleeping pills?" I suggested, a few hypnotics will not harm, as long as he doesn't get addicted.
"But that will not fix it, now will it, John? It will just be the same the next night and the night after that, if we don't fix the triggering problem. You should know that, you are a doctor."
"All right. What's the problem then?" He was quiet cranky, more than usual, so I figured something was wrong, and no matter what I was going to say, it was going to be 'idiotic'.
"My brain is under-stimulated, it's not tired. I'm bored!" He threw his hands in the air, and turned around. "I don't need sleeping pills, I need a good murder!" He slammed the door and I could hear the birds again, but I had to close the window.
"Sorry guys" I whispered at the birds as I shut the window.
Silence for two seconds and then the phone ringed. Incoming Call – Lestrade.
"Oh, Watson, we need Sherlock!" I looked at the slammed bedroom door.
"You know, actually he is sleeping, and I will not disturb him with anything…" I was searching for the right word. "trivial. Could you just tell me what it's about?"
"A woman is missing, no clues at all! She's been missing for over 24 hours, it could already me too late" He sounded desperate, even though he was hiding it well.
I didn't care if the case was a bit trivial; there was a life at stake. I sighed. "I'll go wake him up…"