The next morning, John woke up and saw Sherlock sprawled out on the floor. Though Sherlock was very tangled in blankets, he was very peaceful in his sleep, and also a heavy sleeper. So when John stood up to get dressed, he didn't even stir. John wondered of Sherlock was really awake and just very good at faking it, but then he told himself that Sherlock wasn't that good.
As he finished getting dressed, Sherlock opened his eyes and sat up. "John?" he asked, trying to make out who was in front of him. "John, is that you?" John laughed. He couldn't believe that Sherlock had such horrible vision that he couldn't even tell who was right in front of him. "Yes, Sherlock, it's me," he answered with a grin. "You really could use some contacts." Sherlock stood up and reached into his bag, then pulled out a little contact case. He quickly opened it up and pulled out the first one. Carefully, he placed it on his right eye and blinked a couple of times before repeating the process on his left eye. When he had finished, he looked over to John and was actually able to tell who it was. 'Oh John,' he thought. 'How I wish I could understand these strange, mixed feelings about you.'
At breakfast, there was everything John had ever wished to try. But, of course, he could only chose a few things out of the hundreds of options there were. After thinking it over, he settled on a muffin, two pancakes, a donut, and some cider. Sherlock, however, really had no interest for any of the food on the table. Sitting down in the chair next to John's, he began to go to his mind palace, without thinking of what the others would say. Suddenly, he was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Sherlock," John said. "Sherlock! Snap out of it!" He waved his hands in front of Sherlock's face, tying to get him out of that trance. Suddenly, Sherlock reached forward and grabbed his arm. "Is breakfast done?" he asked impatiently. John just covered his face with his hand when kids across the table started laughing. "C'mon," he murmured to Sherlock before grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the room. When they cot back to their compartment, he sat Sherlock down and closed the door.
"What was that?" he nearly yelled.
"What was what?" Sherlock replied, sounding confused.
John sighed. "That weird trance that you were in, what were you doing?"
"Oh, that? I was in my mind palace. Don't you ever use a mind palace?"
"Mind palace? No Sherlock, I have never even heard of a mind palace. Please fill me in."
"It's just my thinking space. I don't think you'd understand."
"Okay then. Just, don't do it at the table anymore, alright?" John asked.
"Fine," Sherlock said and crossed his arms. "But you can't interrupt my mind palace anymore, okay?"
John smiled and nodded. "Of course."
It was at that moment that Sherlock realized that their friendship was a strong one, not just on to be easily destroyed. Sherlock also realised that day that he was in fact, in love with his new friend. Though he thought John would never return his feelings, he hoped that one day, there would me that miracle of finding love together.