Abbey Grange: Morning

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Canon Story: Abbey Grange
Title: Morning
Author: Mafief
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: Watson was having such a pleasant dream…

The smell of salt wafts through the breeze.
Waves beat at their own rhythm.
Warm sun and air cocoons me.
A sea bird’s call warns from above.

The welcoming breeze turns suddenly frigid.
Frost fractals speedily silence the waves.
The frozen bird crashes into pieces.
Freezing tendrils wrap around my shoulder.

“Come, Watson, come!” greets me as I enter reality.

Comments

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Oh poor Watson, to be dragged from the delights of a pleasant dream to the realities of a very cold morning.

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Poor guy :( At least it was for a case and not something silly.

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

Gun, gun, where the hell did I put my damn gun?

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Run, run, that man had better run!

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Poor Watson! Not the first dream disrupted, I bet.

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Absolutely, and probably more will occur afterwards.
The dream idea came from the wonderful beach vacation you took them on. :)

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Fabulous. The 'hive mind' at work. And Watson deserves all the seaside holidays he gets, imho.

[alafaye]

Aw. Poor Watson.

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Poor, long suffering Watson.

[scfrankles.livejournal.com]

It's such a great idea to home in on that moment just before Watson wakes up. Beautifully done.

I particularly like the imagery in the second verse - The frozen bird crashes into pieces./ Freezing tendrils wrap around my shoulder.

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

(sorry for the late comment, RL is a little busy right now)

[debriswoman]

Such a great description of happy dreams and reality returning:-)

[mafief.livejournal.com]

Oh good! I'm glad the description was working. :)