Title: Goodnight Noises Everywhere
Word Count 1480
Rating R for dreadful smut
Goodnight Noises Everywhere
I was thinking about the silver razor, actually. About the things that we bring with us from place to place, what we loose, what we keep. I did not mean the whole thing to go to smut.
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Horatio blinked. The lamp was lit, and his sleepy eyes saw strange halos in the light and shadows. His sleepy mind listed the things in the room-- he had done this a child, when he could not sleep. It was an old game for him. 'This is my toy horse, this is my book, this is my little white chair...' He had little trouble sleeping now, but he played the game anyway. He counted Archie's things too.