1 Bonne Nuit Amoureux
1.1 Suddenly My Life Doesn't Seem Such A Waste
"Oh My God!" Valerie drew back and put her hands over her mouth.
"Look you're getting more dirt on your face" The man took her hands and pulled them away.
Valerie ripped her hands from his grip and backed off even more. "Holy Fuck! No way! You can't be…"
"I can't be what? I was only trying to help. Look, I'm sorry if I scared you but-"
Valerie cut him off "Where am I?"
"Where are you? You're sitting in a gutter, that's where you are. Here, you're obviously upset and cold and tired let me take you up to my garret." The man went to help Valerie up.
She pushed him away. "Your garret? Fuck me, please don't tell me you live in a garret"
The man stood up defensively "Excuse me? I was simply trying to help you. I don't understand what's wrong. I mean, you should be glad I found you, anyone else might not have been so nice."
Valerie straightened herself up and looked him in the eye. "Are we in Paris?"
The stranger looked extremely confused "Of course, where else would we be?"
"No way." Valerie started looking around frantically. "Look I don't know what's going on but I can not be in Paris and you can not be Christian."
The stranger squinted his eyes at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Christian! Christian! That is your name isn't it?" Valerie rambled hysterically on "And you live in a garret across from the Moulin Rouge… an- and you're a poet a- and in 1899 the summer of love, you traveled from London to be a part of the Bohemian revolution. Ring any bells!?"
The man began backing away "Look I don't understand what happened to you or why you know all that about me-"
Valerie threw her hands up in the air "Oh God it is true!? No. No this can't be real, there must be some explanation. I have to get out of here, I just want to go back to my dorm."
She tried to stand up again but fell right back down, this time hitting her head on the street knocking her out. Christian stood still for a moment studying the scene. He was a bit torn, this crazy girl who came out of nowhere and confused him greatly, was now unconscious. He could either leave her there, which he knew he could never do, or take her up to his apartment and nurse her wounds. There was no question that although she was a bit odd, there was also a mysterious quality about her. Why was she dressed so oddly and how did she know his name and history? He cautiously approached Valerie's still form and knelt down to see if she wasn't seriously injured from her fall. Confident that he would not add to her condition by moving her, Christian lifted her up off the street and brought her up to his garret.
He placed her in his bed and removed her odd sandals. He then went to his sink and brought back a damp cloth to clean the small cut Valerie received as a result of her fall. Afterward he took another cool cloth and wrapped it around her ankle. He then covered her with his blanket and went to get one for himself from the closet so he could sleep on the floor. When he returned and couldn't find a spot on the floor with out clutter, he realized that perhaps he'd better clean up. This girl may be a bit mad, but he would still rather not like to present the appearance of a slob.
He didn't used to be so messy, it was just…after Satine died….he saw no point in impressing anyone. He used to be a lot worse though, that's for sure. So many nights he would pass out in the corner after drinking himself stupid. After he finished the book he did start to care a bit more, but he was never the same again.
He placed the blanket on his chair by the window and began to pile his laundry in the corner out of sight. He then went through the rest of his room and tidied up. After about thirty-five minutes of organizing he was finally satisfied with the appearance of his garret. In fact he was quite proud of it, this was the cleanest it had been since, well since Satine was alive. Oh how had he let himself waste away? Surely he had the right to be happy again, and he does allow himself to have a laugh every now and then, but there is this feeling that always haunts him. It was almost as if he was the only one keeping the spirit of Satine alive, and if he moved on, she would be gone forever.
He walked to his window and leaned against the frame as he glanced across to the Moulin Rouge. His eyes didn't focus on anything as he drifted away in thought. Softly and slowly he began to sing:
"I hope you don't mind……….I hope you don't mind………. that I put down in words-"
But it wasn't Christian that finished the song, in a whisper that he could barely hear came the response from Valerie
"How wonderful life is……..now you're in the world"
Christian spun around almost instantaneously. He had completely forgotten she was even there. He narrowed his eyes and slowly approached his bed. He wanted to ask her how she could possibly know his song but she was still asleep. Things were getting very strange now, this girl knew many things that were impossible to know and Christian had no idea how. This chance meeting seemed a bit more meaningful now. Where was this girl from? How had she come to be here?
He sat down on the side of the bed and brushed the hair away from her face. This girl was special and she seemed much less crazy now that she was asleep. Valerie stirred and opened her eyes briefly.
She smiled and whispered "Christian." Then she nuzzled her head back into the pillow and was asleep again.
Christian sat there for a moment, studying her face then he stood up slowly, so as not to wake her and went to his chair and picked up his blanket. He glanced out the window as he passed it again. He could tell that this girl as going to change things in his life. Perhaps she will help him answer questions that he couldn't figure out on his own. He laid his blanket out on his newly cleared floor and tried to get comfortable on the hard wood. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.
1.1 Suddenly My Life Doesn't Seem Such A Waste
"Oh My God!" Valerie drew back and put her hands over her mouth.
"Look you're getting more dirt on your face" The man took her hands and pulled them away.
Valerie ripped her hands from his grip and backed off even more. "Holy Fuck! No way! You can't be…"
"I can't be what? I was only trying to help. Look, I'm sorry if I scared you but-"
Valerie cut him off "Where am I?"
"Where are you? You're sitting in a gutter, that's where you are. Here, you're obviously upset and cold and tired let me take you up to my garret." The man went to help Valerie up.
She pushed him away. "Your garret? Fuck me, please don't tell me you live in a garret"
The man stood up defensively "Excuse me? I was simply trying to help you. I don't understand what's wrong. I mean, you should be glad I found you, anyone else might not have been so nice."
Valerie straightened herself up and looked him in the eye. "Are we in Paris?"
The stranger looked extremely confused "Of course, where else would we be?"
"No way." Valerie started looking around frantically. "Look I don't know what's going on but I can not be in Paris and you can not be Christian."
The stranger squinted his eyes at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Christian! Christian! That is your name isn't it?" Valerie rambled hysterically on "And you live in a garret across from the Moulin Rouge… an- and you're a poet a- and in 1899 the summer of love, you traveled from London to be a part of the Bohemian revolution. Ring any bells!?"
The man began backing away "Look I don't understand what happened to you or why you know all that about me-"
Valerie threw her hands up in the air "Oh God it is true!? No. No this can't be real, there must be some explanation. I have to get out of here, I just want to go back to my dorm."
She tried to stand up again but fell right back down, this time hitting her head on the street knocking her out. Christian stood still for a moment studying the scene. He was a bit torn, this crazy girl who came out of nowhere and confused him greatly, was now unconscious. He could either leave her there, which he knew he could never do, or take her up to his apartment and nurse her wounds. There was no question that although she was a bit odd, there was also a mysterious quality about her. Why was she dressed so oddly and how did she know his name and history? He cautiously approached Valerie's still form and knelt down to see if she wasn't seriously injured from her fall. Confident that he would not add to her condition by moving her, Christian lifted her up off the street and brought her up to his garret.
He placed her in his bed and removed her odd sandals. He then went to his sink and brought back a damp cloth to clean the small cut Valerie received as a result of her fall. Afterward he took another cool cloth and wrapped it around her ankle. He then covered her with his blanket and went to get one for himself from the closet so he could sleep on the floor. When he returned and couldn't find a spot on the floor with out clutter, he realized that perhaps he'd better clean up. This girl may be a bit mad, but he would still rather not like to present the appearance of a slob.
He didn't used to be so messy, it was just…after Satine died….he saw no point in impressing anyone. He used to be a lot worse though, that's for sure. So many nights he would pass out in the corner after drinking himself stupid. After he finished the book he did start to care a bit more, but he was never the same again.
He placed the blanket on his chair by the window and began to pile his laundry in the corner out of sight. He then went through the rest of his room and tidied up. After about thirty-five minutes of organizing he was finally satisfied with the appearance of his garret. In fact he was quite proud of it, this was the cleanest it had been since, well since Satine was alive. Oh how had he let himself waste away? Surely he had the right to be happy again, and he does allow himself to have a laugh every now and then, but there is this feeling that always haunts him. It was almost as if he was the only one keeping the spirit of Satine alive, and if he moved on, she would be gone forever.
He walked to his window and leaned against the frame as he glanced across to the Moulin Rouge. His eyes didn't focus on anything as he drifted away in thought. Softly and slowly he began to sing:
"I hope you don't mind……….I hope you don't mind………. that I put down in words-"
But it wasn't Christian that finished the song, in a whisper that he could barely hear came the response from Valerie
"How wonderful life is……..now you're in the world"
Christian spun around almost instantaneously. He had completely forgotten she was even there. He narrowed his eyes and slowly approached his bed. He wanted to ask her how she could possibly know his song but she was still asleep. Things were getting very strange now, this girl knew many things that were impossible to know and Christian had no idea how. This chance meeting seemed a bit more meaningful now. Where was this girl from? How had she come to be here?
He sat down on the side of the bed and brushed the hair away from her face. This girl was special and she seemed much less crazy now that she was asleep. Valerie stirred and opened her eyes briefly.
She smiled and whispered "Christian." Then she nuzzled her head back into the pillow and was asleep again.
Christian sat there for a moment, studying her face then he stood up slowly, so as not to wake her and went to his chair and picked up his blanket. He glanced out the window as he passed it again. He could tell that this girl as going to change things in his life. Perhaps she will help him answer questions that he couldn't figure out on his own. He laid his blanket out on his newly cleared floor and tried to get comfortable on the hard wood. Tomorrow should be an interesting day.