Sherlock mumbled profanities as his alarm went off. Another day began at his horrible boarding school. He rolled over to turn off the alarm and fell right off the bed, getting his skinny frame tightly wedged between the bed and his nightstand. He tried to move but found he was quite stuck. "Oh this is all I bloody need." he growled, attempting to wiggle out from between the two furniture items.
Just then, his roommate and boyfriend John Watson came into the room. "Hey Sher I was thinking about cooking something for breakfast. What do you-" he took one look at Sherlock and burst out laughing.
"Stop that!" Sherlock yelled. He flapped his hand, the only thing he could move, at John. John was doubled over, tears of laughters running down his cheeks. "Need some help?" he teased.
"Yes!" Sherlock yelled.
John strode over to the nightstand and moved it out about two inches, causing Sherlock to fall to the ground. "Ouch." he muttered, standing up.
"Now for God's sake, hurry up!" John said. "I have Geometry first, and Mrs. Thomas will kill me if I'm late!"
Sherlock smiled. "Coming." he said.
