Just do it, John.
Here Goes Nothing
John's heart began to thud uncomfortably. No. No. Stop it, John.
His hand reached out towards the phone, then quickly snaked back towards the covers, as if the mobile was on fire, but really it was his own fingers that burned with curiosity.
And if it isn't? he asked himself. What will you do with yourself then?
Inside him, a voice that sounded faintly like Sherlock's told him that he wouldn't sleep tonight unless he knew the answer.
John bit his lip. Quickly snagging the phone from the bedside table, he rolled on his back and held the phone above him.
Here goes nothing.
Prompt was from Merle, and it was: sleep