My Rubik’s cube was placed haphazardly atop a large pile of textbooks and source material. I sipped vanilla black tea from my Batman cup. My hair was thrown into a messy bun. There were ink marks in the meetings of my fingers.
I had just moved to London on a whim. It was always quite quiet. Much like it was in my small, lonesome house in Arizona. The quiet was both relaxing and unsettling, which seemed an interesting combination and one that showed up constantly throughout my life.
All at once, I heard the solid, proper footsteps of a man wearing fairly large shoes. They sounded like dress shoes. The kind you wear out on the town, or to a funeral.
My ears perked up, and so as not to set off or startle the trespasser, I turned slowly around and found a large enough area behind the sofa behind which I hid. I snuck a glance toward the door, just in time to see the handle turn downward. I forgot to lock it.
A man with curly brown hair, striking blue eyes, and as tall as any man I’d ever seen stood in the doorway and looked around as if he was searching for something.
I squeaked as I’d imagine a mouse would if one could talk, “Who are you?”
“I’m Benedict Cumberbatch. I play Sherlock Holmes on television. And I am here to make your clothes fall off.”
EVERYONE LIVES FOREVER. THE END.
Mckenna I’m crying omg
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