Literature
Distractions
Timing was something else that it had taken a long time to grow accustomed to. With Sherlock, it was never something that stayed around for long.
The army had offered something new- something exciting to escape the monotony, endless circling boredom that tore him to the quick. But, even then there had been the hours of waiting for the next event, not daring to move even to stretch aching limbs because relief could occur any number of ways. A bullet was not the best of them.
But now, with Sherlock, time had no meaning anymore. Quite frequently there were days when John would come home from work to find Sherlock hadn't moved an inch from his
