The Reason I Don't Care
Chapter 7
By the time I got up it was five.
"Where were you?", John asked.
"North of St. James place. Why?", I asked.
"Just trying to figure something out", he said and turned around to walk out of the room.
I looked at John. He knew something. I could tell by the way his left hand twitched and by the way that he wasn't yelling at me about doing drugs and being gone all bleeding night.
"John. . .", I said carefully, "What is it?"
I was worried that he had found out about my alcoholism.
"Nothing", He said and walked quickly into the kitchen.
"John. . .", I persisted.
"What the hell do you want Sherlock?!", He said.
"Are you okay?", I was taken aback a little by his sharpness.
He sighed and simply said, "I'm just tired and hungry".
That wasn't the truth but I didn't want to push him.
"Okay. Get your coat. We are going out", I said pulling my own coat over my shoulders.
"Where are we going?", John asked.
"I'll tell you, if you tell me what's bothering you", I said as I walked down stairs.
"You were talking in your sleep", He admitted quietly.
"What was I saying?", I asked hoping that I didn't say anything that he understood.
"You asked who I was and when I said that I was John you called me Mrs. Adler. Then you said, 'I'm not hungry'. Then, 'Why would I want dinner if I am not hungry?'. After that you said, 'famished', out of breath. Then you bleeding rolled out of bed and said, 'Oh God!'. Then you took your shirt off as fast as you could. You were moving your hands through the air. . .", He said and looked me dead in the eye.
"Sherlock. . . Did you. . . Have. . . Mrs. Adler in your dream, Fantasy, whatever it was?", he asked hesitantly.
"No, John. I did not have Mrs. Adler", I said.
I didn't lie. I wasn't quite sure yet, as my dream had ended suddenly. I would return to it later tonight if I could.
"Where are we going Sherlock?", John asked.
"Where ever you want John. Where ever you want", I said to him.
We left and headed to the restaurant. When we got there we had dinner. It was John's favorite restaurant. I didn't bother to ask the name of the restaurant because frankly I couldn't care less. However, I will say they did have some marvelous food.
We talked very little during the meal and when we were finished we rode in a cab home.
When we got home I went straight up to my room and tried to fall asleep. After about half an hour I fell asleep.
I could not get back into the dream about Irene. . .