221B challenge: "why" - bakerstreaders - pg
For challenge here.. 221 words, last letter must begin with "b." Prompt: why?
It started with a dream, followed by others, voluptuous and strange. These wild contemplations did not in nighttime occur only, for soon the fancy that transfixed him in dreams began to overtake his waking thoughts. When seated at breakfast it would occur to him, if Holmes were spreading butter upon the toast, that those long-slender fingers might in less respectable ways be engaged. Consequently meal-times became unbearable, and Watson more often than not found himself required to leave the table, lest his red-faced stammering give away his thoughts. It seemed to him the problem had arisen from the dreams and might then be traced back to and uprooted from their very source, and so he set about to deprive himself of them, satisfying and indeed glorious though they were.
A lesser man might've caved to temptation, desired only to lie in bed all day and let such disastrous beauties flow through the hidden space between his temples, life cast aside in favour of happiness. But he was a soldier once and so a soldier still - with medical precision and commitment born of desperation he sought to extract Holmes the lover, Holmes the passionate, Holmes of god-like ubiquity and exquisite beauty from his mind completely. Yet when he went to try, Holmes was omniscient, lying/waiting in his bed.
It started with a dream, followed by others, voluptuous and strange. These wild contemplations did not in nighttime occur only, for soon the fancy that transfixed him in dreams began to overtake his waking thoughts. When seated at breakfast it would occur to him, if Holmes were spreading butter upon the toast, that those long-slender fingers might in less respectable ways be engaged. Consequently meal-times became unbearable, and Watson more often than not found himself required to leave the table, lest his red-faced stammering give away his thoughts. It seemed to him the problem had arisen from the dreams and might then be traced back to and uprooted from their very source, and so he set about to deprive himself of them, satisfying and indeed glorious though they were.
A lesser man might've caved to temptation, desired only to lie in bed all day and let such disastrous beauties flow through the hidden space between his temples, life cast aside in favour of happiness. But he was a soldier once and so a soldier still - with medical precision and commitment born of desperation he sought to extract Holmes the lover, Holmes the passionate, Holmes of god-like ubiquity and exquisite beauty from his mind completely. Yet when he went to try, Holmes was omniscient, lying/waiting in his bed.