Dreaming of Cumberbatch
So, Benedict Cumberbatch is sexy and adorable with his voice and his pengwings. We all know this. The other day Cumberbatch was in my dream. And I will tell you about it: My American Literature course had already started but I was late, late, late because it was snowing and the roads were quite treacherous. Snow banks and swerving and it was horrible. NONE-THE-LESS, I eventually made it to class. I barged in and my class was being taught by Benedict Cumberbatch and my high school English teacher, Mr. N(I had a massive crush on him in school). They both eyed me like I was ABC gum upon their shoes. Professor Cumberbatch called me out with something like, "Miss B, are you aware of how late you are?" I said, "yes, sir, it was snowing." He then said, "mmhmm, and are you also aware that you are under dressed for class?" I looked down to find I was wearing a tie-dye tee and jeans that were so torn that there was more skin showing than denim. I blushed profusely and covered myself with a trapper keeper I was holding. Yes, a trapper keeper. To further embarrass me Prof Cumberbatch and Mr. N sat me in front of the whole lecture hall, situating my chair between them, snug as a bug in a rug. I was horrified and yet a little giddy. While the room worked on some project or other I pleaded with my teachers to understand. I told a few jokes at my own expense and tried to make light of my tardiness. Things were cozy when they eased up and started joking back. Hands brushed biceps and shoulders were bumping and I was blushing pleasantly. And then Mr. N leaned in and whispered, "B, you make it so impossible..." And laid the most DELICIOUS kiss on me. My heart was racing and my skin was heated. .... And then Cumberbatch interrupted us and I woke up. I'd just like to say... Professor Cumberbatch, you are such a cock block.
