Chapter 6: Wearing eachothers' clothes
Sherlock often doesn't back home. I can't say, I miss him. He has his live and I have mine. I like when he is in home. I like when he is near me. Doesn't matter.
Sometimes, when I am alone in flat, after the shower, I put on his blue bathrobe. Maybe it's a little strange but I like it. Then I feel safe and I can go to bed. Then I'm not angry or nervous, his smell makes me easy. I feel his warm and thinking about his strong arms around my body.
I go to bedroom and look at big, empty bed.
I don't like sleeping alone. I don't like cold nights.
When I'm alone at night, I sleep in Sherlock's bathrobe. I needn't blanket. I needn't warm...
I need Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes.
My Sherlock Holmes near me. But he isn't in home.
