I sat alone, sipping my wine and watching the tiny people below me. My head started to ache. I blamed it on stress. Looking at my glass, I realised it was empty. Throwing it away from me, I faintly heard the sound of smashing as it collided with my dresser.
I sighed. That would have to be cleared up; I'd get into even more shit if I left it. I went to clamber down from the window, but something on the street outside made me stop. A man was staring at directly at me. I froze.
A street lamp nearby illuminated his face slightly, and I could see the gleam of his eyes through the darkness. Something about him made me fearful, he reminded me of a reptile; bright, wide eyes that stared right at me. I shifted uncomfortably on the window sill, and raised my hand slightly on the pane of glass.
He twitched his head in the direction of which I had moved, and I withdrew my hand quickly. In the murky light, I saw him smile up at me and raise his hand also. I jumped quickly away from the window and immediately regretted it, my head felt woozy. This time I blamed it on the alcohol.
Head spinning, I rummaged through my drawers and found a pair of leggings. Pulling them on, I shut the curtains sharply and ran towards the door. I had the feeling that man was still stood on the street, and I preferred to be in someone's company. Trotting into the living room, I saw Sherlock was still sat in the large burgundy chair, his position unchanged.
I stood uncertainly in the door frame of the kitchen, fiddling with the sleeve of my jumper. I didn't want to disturb him; I'd been warned not to interrupt him under any circumstances, unless it was absolutely necessary. Like if I'd stabbed someone. Again.
"Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on people?" The sound of his voice made me jump.
"I wasn't sneaking" I snapped. I padded across the room and sat on the floor in front of the now dwindling fire.
"What were you doing then?" He quizzed, looking at me oddly.
I collected a small handful of coal dust from near the fire grate and began drawing a pattern in it. "There was a man. He was staring at me and there was something about his eyes, they… They didn't look human" I mumbled, remembering the way they had glinted in the light.
Sherlock frowned and cocked his head. "Not human?" He asked.
"They were like lizards, he was like a reptile" I shivered. I didn't want the image back in my head.
"Reptilian… Interesting" He stood suddenly and strode over to the window, peering out at the street below. "No sign of this reptilian man…" I couldn't be sure if he was talking to himself or me.
I responded anyway. "Well he was there. And he was super fucking creepy" I huffed and scattered the coal dust into the fire.
"I believe you" He replied, turning to look at me. "Really?" I asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" He smiled and winked at me.