OK so i haven't done this before and it's honestly intimidating! I'll honestly be shocked if anyone reads this so thank you and enjoy!
This continues from the final episode
Wikipedia's definition for a 'dream' states: "a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep." I felt these sensations yesterday. Not just in my peaceful hours of sleep where I float in the cosmos, but through the complete 14 hours of my daytime existence. The day I gained the Nobel Prize was the reoccurring dream of both young and old Sheldon. Yes, you could say I always knew it would happen, but I never really believed myself until I stood on that stage. Finally feeling the weight of my dream prize around my neck sitting perfectly upon my finest suit was a once in a lifetime experience. To top it off, it couldn't of been better with my darling wife stood right by my side- the only other best thing that blessed my life. I had reached my culminate, my final form or, speaking as a juvenile, you could say I've 'peaked'.
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Slowly dragging my tired eyelids open, I, like always, quickly examined my surrounding. I think it's the only sub-human instinct that remains in this skull. Looking around, I notice that it's not the comforting sight of my bedroom but the pristine white of what can be assumed to be a hotel room. The fraction of uncertainty that I once had was drained. Especially with the site of my wife sleeping besides me, but mostly because of the medal still hung around my neck. "For once, it wasn't just a dream." My verbal relief seemed to stir Amy as she made a soft groan whilst turning onto her side; hair noted across her face. For some strange reason, Amy refused to let me take off my medal when I climbed into bed last night. Maybe because she thinks it's going to in an indestructible case for viewing purposes only… and she's absolutely right. Can't risk Leonard taking it for himself; or worse: Howard. Sheldon visibly shook at the image. On second thought, Amy seemed to be quite riled up last night when i climbed into bed staring at my prestigious award. She wouldn't dare use it for sex appeal, right? Right? ("She definitely would" Sheldon thought.) That final and horrific thought gave Sheldon enough motivation to get out of bed. His ceremony of glory was over and it was time to pack up and return home.
After an hour of washing and dressing, Amy called Penny and Bernadette to let them know they were ready to leave. "What do you mean you've just woken up?" Amy raised her voice slightly to the blonde down the phone. "Yes. You're right. I'm Sorry." She paused for awhile then her face sunk. "Penny please don't cry. I'm sorry. Yes, I know; it's hormones" Confusingly to Sheldon, Amy chuckled before putting the phone down. "What was that all about?" He question inquisitively. "Don't worry. Penny's just having a hard time with all the baby hormones and such. They'll be ready to leave in half-an-hour" Sheldon looked to the floor with a facial expression of annoyance mixed in with confusion. "But we need to get to the airport 5 hours before flight departure!" Amy smiled softly in response. "Why don't we go get some breakfast whilst we wait?" She walked over to him, placing her hands on his waist. She knew this had a calming and peaceful effect on him, even if Sheldon wasn't aware of this. "Ok. I guess leaving at 6:30am is a bit exuberant." Amy took her husband by the hand and led them to the door.