Wake Your Watsons Up 6/30: Retirement Snoozing in the Garden

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • drabble by ColebaltBlue

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The sun was warm, but the sea breeze was cool and soothing.  Watson was stretched out on a blanket, his straw hat shielding his eyes, and his book forgotten in his lap. The faint hum of bees hard at work in our garden mingled with his soft snores.  I was loath to wake him, but he wasn’t the brown as a nut skinny as a lath boy that he once was and his London-pale skin would burn soon.  A drizzle of honey fresh from the hives on his lips and my tongue to lick it off should do the trick.