Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

John didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this. Sherlock showing up with a picture book and demanding that John make room for him in his bed. It wasn’t as if John hadn’t fantasized about this very thing, only the way it was happening was certainly surreal. John wished he was more awake, the better to appreciate the view.

“What’s this, then? Are you - are you planning on reading me back to sleep?”