Author's Note: This is the final chapter, sorry it's bizarre, I still have
a lot of author progression to go. Much love to the reviewers!!
A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 6
Heather woke up, rubbing her forehead where the stage light had smacked her. She swear she could still hear Satine laughing and smell the stale Parisian air. She looked at the clock: it was 3:19 AM. What a dream it had been.
Our hero tried to fall asleep for forty-five minutes with no results. So she hopped out of bead and into her closet to pick out an outfit for her date with Chuck, a guy from school. Clicking on an overhead light, there was the dress she has worn in the dream, to the Moulin. It had a simple note, written with a type writer attached: Thank you, Heather. Smiling to herself, thinking of the penniless poet and the sparkling diamond. She decided on a red dress and 1920's style hat.
Heading out of her walk in closet, Heather noticed something that wasn't there before. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she picked the brown paper wrapped object and tore off the coverings. Inside was a black book with a gold colored title: Come What May, by Christian Windsor.
It was still dawning on Heather what she had done. But somewhere a little aging man chuckled to himself, fiddling with his time machine.
A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 6
Heather woke up, rubbing her forehead where the stage light had smacked her. She swear she could still hear Satine laughing and smell the stale Parisian air. She looked at the clock: it was 3:19 AM. What a dream it had been.
Our hero tried to fall asleep for forty-five minutes with no results. So she hopped out of bead and into her closet to pick out an outfit for her date with Chuck, a guy from school. Clicking on an overhead light, there was the dress she has worn in the dream, to the Moulin. It had a simple note, written with a type writer attached: Thank you, Heather. Smiling to herself, thinking of the penniless poet and the sparkling diamond. She decided on a red dress and 1920's style hat.
Heading out of her walk in closet, Heather noticed something that wasn't there before. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she picked the brown paper wrapped object and tore off the coverings. Inside was a black book with a gold colored title: Come What May, by Christian Windsor.
It was still dawning on Heather what she had done. But somewhere a little aging man chuckled to himself, fiddling with his time machine.