a/n: wishing thedragonaunt a belated Happy Birthday!
And with thanks to Zaydee:-)
Sherlock and friends do not belong to me.
The morning after the night before
Molly Hooper's Date
Chapter six
Molly expected deep sleep would elude her that night,
But dreamed pleasant dreams till disturbed by a shaft of soft light;
The day dawning bright.
~0~
She bathed,
Fed her cat,
Made some toast,
Brushed her teeth,
And then dressed.
Took time with her hair,
Added lipstick,
Refreshed by her rest.
~0~
Of course,
Molly mused
There was no
Cast in stone
Guarantee,
But she knew
In her heart
That the morgue
Was where Sherlock
Would be.
~0~
She stepped through the door,
Head held high,
Lab coat on,
And quite calm.
She'd resolved
That her poise
Would persist,
Despite curl headed charm.
~0~
Half past nine,
Quite absorbed
In her work,
An unusual case;
A noise
She turned round
There he was;
Eye to eye,
Face to face.
~0~
He took note
Of the bruise on her forehead,
The lipstick she wore.
She took note
That her heart beat much faster
Than moments before.
~0~
There followed a detailed description
At rapid fire rate,
Of why one more trip to the hospital morgue
Couldn't wait.
He'd enjoyed their first date.
~0~
"Coffee?", She asked,
Held her breath, as she smoothed a stray hair,
"At Speedy's, at three, don't be late".
~0~
And at three...
He was there.
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