ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5: ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss

Then, Sherlock awoke.

"It was just a dream." he said in his head. "It wasn't real at all." He got up and left his room. The next day, John came back to Sherlock's flat.

"Hello, Sherlock."

"Hello, John."

John came to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and Sherlock began to go on his computer.

"Being with you. It's nice." John said after a while with silence.

Sherlock smiled slightly.

"Yes, It sure is."

"I had a dream." Sherlock said.

"What was it about?" questioned John.

"It was about you, forgetting about me."

"I would never forget you."

"Neither would I."