Woke Up That Morning

Hélène, Brussels, undated.
Hélène, Brussels, undated.

Hélène was fed up of never finding her undies after waking up at my place. Gotta say that we could never remember where we had tossed them. In the end, she gave up the search and took the habit of going commando. One morning, I was able to catch that moment; this was my own personal sunrise. Later that day, I found Hélène’s undies on my bookshelves. By chance, they had landed on a couple of Bukowski’s books. For sure, old Charlie must have appreciated that.

Hélène en avait marre de ne jamais retrouver sa culotte lorsque qu’elle se réveillait chez moi. Faut dire qu’on ne se souvenait jamais d’où on l’avait balancée. Elle finit par renoncer aux recherches et prit l’habitude d’enfiler son jeans à même la peau. Un matin, j’ai pu saisir cet instant ; c’était mon lever de soleil à moi. Plus tard ce jour-là, je retrouvai la culotte d’Hélène dans la bibliothèque. Elle avait atterri au hasard sur les livres de Bukowski. Sûr que ça a dû lui plaire, au vieux Charlie.


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