14. A sleepless night
Something about the idea of staying in 221B scares me. Yet here I am on the couch under the yellow smiley face in the dark, trying to go to sleep. After a few minutes I gave up and lay there in the silence of the night. Hours earlier sherlock got up suddenly without warning (as usual) and walked down a hallway shutting the lights off behind him. I heard his bedroom door close and that was it. Not a sound or movement after that, just me in the dark by myself, sitting. After a while I fell back onto the couch with a blanket and decided to try to sleep. Obviously Sherlock felt comfortable enough to leave me in here while he slept.
For the strangest reason, instead of fearing this mad man I fear his absence. The quiet after a day of his knowledge unleashed to me alone. He seems to be unaware or untouched by reality. Or maybe its the opposite of that, maybe he is one of the rare few that understand reality better than the rest of us. Thats what makes him scary to the majority of people, his unpredictable tendency to speak what the rest of us don't ever see.