Prompt Word: Impossible
"Sherlock!" Mycroft's eyes flew open from the nightmare, only to close against the painfully bright light filtering through the window across the room. He considered drawing the curtains, but could he make it across the room? Before he could move, a figure burst into his line of vision, pressing a gentle hand to his forehead. Lowering his eyelids, Mycroft replayed in his mind that coffin being lowered slowly into an open grave. He watched as his brother disappeared forever beneath the sod. He blinked. Dark curls fussed about his comfort with tantalising familiarity. But it was impossible; Sherlock was dead...
