"For God's sake, Anderson, leave me alone!
" Sherlock raised his voice to compensate for the fact that his face was buried in his pillow in an attempt to block out the light leaking in around the dorm room's heavy plastic blinds.
He knew he should've insisted on having the bed farthest from the window.
"But it's almost 8:30, Sherlock." God, could Anderson's voice get any whinier? Yes, apparently it could. "If we don't go to breakfast now we won't have time to eat before the team meeting."
"Not hungry," Sherlock replied, and resolved not to move or speak again until Anderson left.
Fortunately it seemed his new roommate was either very hungry or fairly impatient, because he gave up trying to rouse Sherlock after that.
Sherlock could hear him puttering about, looking for his key and id card and then came the blissful sound of the door clicking closed behind him.
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