A/N: Been seeing quite a few of these and wanted to do my own set. Mine will be a bit different, though – they're all from John's POV. Maybe I'll do another set later about John from Sherlock, if anyone sounds remotely interested. Oh, and this set is also going to be all 221b (which means each entry will be 221 words, the last word starting with 'b').

Expect a lot of h/c (hurt/comfort) because that's how I roll. Thusly labelled.

A. Awaken
It's an amazing sight to behold, really: Sherlock asleep. It happens so rarely and for such brief periods that by itself, it is something of a wondrous thing to look upon. I can count on the fingers of one hand how many times I've happened upon Sherlock asleep. And each time, I've found myself utterly entranced.

Sherlock is the very embodiment of what a man should look like when sleeping. His repose is so peaceful, so utterly without trouble that it makes me jealous at times. His normally tense body relaxes into a sort of elegant drape across the couch, or the barely-used bed in his room; his face smoothes into a boyish picture of serenity; his breathing slows to a gentle whisper of moving air. If he's lying on the couch on his back, I can see the pronounced rise-and-fall of his thin chest.

He stays just like that, one arm languidly dangling off the side of the sofa or the settee, dark hair a graceful tousle atop his head…

God, I sound like an idiot.

And yet, I do it every time. Stare. Watch. Creepy?

It's been three hours, he's sure to be up any minute. I don't make a sound, but as soon as I've thought of it, his eyes flutter open. He stretches, stands. Sleep is boring.