Author's notes: Written for a drabble challenge on another list. Implied main characters not mine.
Musings
Why can't I sleep? She's nothing but a girl and American at that. Not even much to look at, if one were prone to notice--which I surely am not. She seems clever enough, but clever isn't everything… And yet, I can't get her out of my mind. Damn it, I wish I could sleep.
I can't sleep. It could be related to practically trampling over the most famous detective in the world. I don't think he liked me much; men don't care for clever girls. Yet, I can't help feeling that something's changed. Damn, I wish I could sleep.