Claire-Bear opens her eyes slowly. Still sleepy from a long night of dancing and drinking red wine, she rolls over only to fall off of the edge of the huge king-size bed that, with her constant tossing and turning through the night, was now ruffled beyond recognition. She must have been dancing in her sleep. The huge door with a skilfully carved Art-Nouveau pattern right across it, slowly creaked open. Jean-Philippe proudly walked in holding a tray covered with a lavish breakfast of Eggs, bacon, four cheese croissants and a glass of sweet red wine. Claire-Bear stared at the tray, her stomach so empty now that it was now putting plans into motion for an aggressive assault on her spleen. She lifted herself back up onto the bed. Jean-Philippe laid down the tray and turned around to open the curtain, which by now was struggling slightly to keep out the morning light. He straightened them out to look neat and then turned back around to see Claire-Bear finishing off the last morsel of her breakfast. She stared back at him slightly embarrassed that she had wolfed down her food without even giving it the slightest chance for escape, and let out a tiny burp.
“Excuse me.” She said now blushing.
“It eeees no prrroblem ma petite,” Jean-Philippe stated with love filling his eyes and hunger filling his belly, “Jus’ glad you enjoyed it eh!”
“Oh, I did. Thank you so much!” Claire bear said flopping back onto the bed, her stomach now contented, ceased any further action on her very relieved spleen.
She noticed that through the door there was another room, in which stood a very hard looking couch with a duvet half hanging off. She realised that this is where Jean-Philippe had spent his night. Although it was a hard and uncomfortable couch on any other night, to Jean-Philippe that night before, it felt as if it were a bed of roses. Content at having met the girl of his dreams, it could very well have been a bed of razor blades and he would still have had a comfortable sleep. He was a gentleman by nature and insisted that Claire-Bear have the luxury of the bed.
Claire-Bear and Jean-Philippe sat and enjoyed coffee together on the balcony overlooking the street, the chilly morning air refreshing their tired faces. The people below were happy and content with life as they went about their French business: shopping, eating cheese croissants, drinking red wine and dancing in love. The birds fluttered by and the insects butter flied and Claire-Bear and Jean-Philippe felt the warm feeling of love, like being in bed in the early hours of the morning when the winter chill lightly touches your toes and you pull them back under the covers. Jean-Philippe explained that he had been staying with his neighbour on account that he had lost his keys and each day he dedicated his morning to battling the wits of his door and try and get himself back into his flat, he also explained that his neighbour was a complete lunatic and instead of taking her back there he splashed out on this hotel room so she could have a comfortable night.
His keys, he had actually accidentally dropped a few days before from his window one drunken night after returning home from a croissant festival in the town square, they bounced off a drainpipe and found themselves on the window-sill of his lunatic neighbour. The keys later found that they had tipped over a small bowl spilling birdseed across the sill and this attracted the attention of some small strange French insects brought to the city from the countryside.
A small bird flying over lazily fell from the sky and crash-landed onto the sill. The Inability to find food for six days had left him weakened and unable to fly any longer. As he lay there panting, taking what he thought were his last breaths of French air, he sucked in one of the insects which was now highly confused and had no idea where it was, disorientated, it sat down and waiting for a rescue party. Rolling over, the small bird opened his eyes to reveal a wonderful spread of bird-seed and insects laid out in front of him. He hungrily devoured the entire contents on the sill and in doing so, accidentally ingested the keys that were content to lie there and keep the frightened insect community company while they waited for rescue . The bird after it's gluttonous binge then set off home to finally feed his ten hungry babies and appease the nagging of his wife who said she absolutely could not go out and find food because she had a headache and her feet hurt.
Claire-Bear jumped off her chair and ran into the room, she grabbed her handbag and pulled out the set of keys she found. She explained to Jean-Philippe that she had found them at the airport lying on the runway and thought that maybe they could be of some help to him. He held them in his hand staring at them as if they had crawled out of a piece of cheese, and in total disbelief exclaimed, “My keys!!” Claire-Bear could not believe this and had to sit down from the shock.
“Come!” He said with immense authority. “I want to shooow you my loverrrly home. There is a lot to do zerr!”
With that, they both quickly got dressed and set off up the road to Jean-Philippe’s flat with Jean-Philippe leading the way and Claire-Bear following close behind, slightly confused with the feeling like she was forgetting something.
To Be Continued...
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