A Good Night's Sleep
Chapter Two
"Holy shit!" Heather screamed as she looked around to hopefully find a clue as to where she was. Her former cloud and stars flannel pajamas were replaced by a white, flowing nightgown. Heather jumped up onto the cold, threadbare plank floor. "I must be hallucinating!" In an attempt to calm herself down, she ran to the closet in the corner, hoping to find her usual Steve Maddens and Levi's. Replacing them were corsets and long, heavy dresses.
"Dear God! They spiked my soda! I KNEW it!" Still believing she was in a made up dreamland, she smacked her head on the peeling wallpapered walls. It hurt. Oh. No.
It was night, and the sky was lit only by a red light. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes once more, she saw it. The Moulin Rouge. Hurriedly, she put on a black embroidered gown resembling a kimono. The corsets almost gagged her, but that didn't matter. She was in Paris! At the turn of the century! Any thought of leaving was huddled back in her mind, placed next to the Isosceles triangles crap.
It must have been opening night. Heather knew it from the second she walked outside. No one was on the street, save for a passed out drunk here and there. Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the Sparkling Diamond. They didn't know what was to go on that night. Their Diamond was to sleep with the Duke. Heather cursed him under her breath. "Lousy son of a bitch. Practically killed Satine trying to rape her," Then it hit her. Satine was going to die! She had to save her.
Heather knew she was in for one hell of a night.
"Holy shit!" Heather screamed as she looked around to hopefully find a clue as to where she was. Her former cloud and stars flannel pajamas were replaced by a white, flowing nightgown. Heather jumped up onto the cold, threadbare plank floor. "I must be hallucinating!" In an attempt to calm herself down, she ran to the closet in the corner, hoping to find her usual Steve Maddens and Levi's. Replacing them were corsets and long, heavy dresses.
"Dear God! They spiked my soda! I KNEW it!" Still believing she was in a made up dreamland, she smacked her head on the peeling wallpapered walls. It hurt. Oh. No.
It was night, and the sky was lit only by a red light. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes once more, she saw it. The Moulin Rouge. Hurriedly, she put on a black embroidered gown resembling a kimono. The corsets almost gagged her, but that didn't matter. She was in Paris! At the turn of the century! Any thought of leaving was huddled back in her mind, placed next to the Isosceles triangles crap.
It must have been opening night. Heather knew it from the second she walked outside. No one was on the street, save for a passed out drunk here and there. Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the Sparkling Diamond. They didn't know what was to go on that night. Their Diamond was to sleep with the Duke. Heather cursed him under her breath. "Lousy son of a bitch. Practically killed Satine trying to rape her," Then it hit her. Satine was going to die! She had to save her.
Heather knew she was in for one hell of a night.