Sweet Dreams
Totally exhausted Anthea finally fell asleep.
She started to dream about a small boy, who was tossing and turning in his bed. Eventually the child got up and pottered into the next room where he proceeded to vigorously shake the arm of the older boy asleep in the bed.
“What is it?” muttered the older one.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Oh, Sherlock, what’s the matter?”
“I’m lonely. Mrs Hudson’s with me, but I can’t find John and Lestrade.”
Grumbling, Mycroft got out of bed and accompanied his younger sibling into his room. Sure enough the cat was curled up on the foot of the bed, purring.
“Have you looked under your bed?”
Sherlock shook his head and proceeded to crawl underneath the bed. There was a cry of triumph and he re-emerged clutching a teddy bear wearing a stripy jumper. Having dusted off the cobwebs he hugged the bear close and climbed back onto his bed.
“Can you sleep now?”
“I still want Lestrade. He might be over there.”
After rummaging around in the corner of the bedroom Mycroft finally found a battered grey teddy behind a pile of books.
He handed the bear over and watched as the little boy settled back down, hugging a bear in each arm.
Smiling to himself, Mycroft left the room, saying quietly “Sleep well, brother.”
And now there is this lovely illustration by inherent_rhythm Sherlock with his Teddies