'To die, to sleep ... To sleep, perchance to dream."
Sunday Scribblings prompt # 50 for 11 march, 2007: Dream Journey
As the Plane banked to the right, Limerace looked out the window. Below was France. In particular, the city of Paris. Continuing to absorb the view an emotion, a sad exuberance as he called it, built in him, unexplained. Tears welled up in his eyes, a lump formed in his throat, and he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else; "I'm home."
Jacques met them at the taxi area and they rode to the apartment in the 16th. Quickly the bags were deposited inside and immediately , well, after mandatory visit to the salle de bain, they left to begin their excursion and become acquainted with Paris. "It is better not to give in to the desire for sleep" said Jacques. "You will adjust quicker if you accommodate to the local time."
It was 1000 Paris time, but Limerace's body thought it was 0400, 6 hours earlier.
The excitement of his dream realization pouring out before him put fatigue on the back burner. From the introduction to the Paris metro until 1600 Paris time, when he fell into stuperous sleep on Jacques's day-bed for two hours, Limerace Orgilis LeBeau was enamored of a beautiful spring day in the city of light, the country of his dreams.
Exiting the metro to the world famous boulevard, Champ de Elise, L.O.L was enveloped, as if by a comfortable cloak of contentment and was completely absorbed with every minute detail he encountered. He was captivated by the width of the boulevard, by the width of the sidewalk, the trees in early spring bud, the sidewalk cafés beginning to be filled with early partakers of le déjeuner, or the patrons sipping their café express. They strolled leisurely up to and past the massive Arc de Triomphe and stopped at cafe Le Cristal on avenue des Grand Armees for lunch and
their first glass of authentic in country full bodied red French wine.
Delirious with sensory overload, so began day one of the dream journey.
"voir Paris et mourir"