Two people from Tumblr that liked each other finally met in person.
Late at night, he wanders naked, through the corridors of his mind palace, always stopping at the same door. An unremarkable door. Some would say it’s a boring door. But he can never walk past it. He reaches out to trace the writing on the dull, brass plaque. “John Watson,” he whispers, as he turns the handle and steps softly over the threshold.