Leaving Madeleine - Part 2
After our sport, Madeleine went to the bathroom to take a shower. I went back to sleep. She woke me about an hour later to say goodbye and remind me of our dinner plans that night. She smelled the way women do and wore tight grey jeans and a black, scoop neck tee-shirt. I assured her I hadn't forgotten. She kissed me on the forehead and left for her morning class at La Sorbonne . I lay there staring at the ceiling a little while, letting the sun pouring in from the bedroom window warm my face. It was very comfortable under the giant duvet and I always had a rough time. Nevertheless, I extricated myself from the bed a few minutes later and made my way to the shower. Once clean, I ate a breakfast of eggs and sausage, washed the dishes, put on my own tee-shirt and jeans, and left for the Châtelet station. The walk through le Marais was as pleasant as ever. I resisted the smell of chocolate croissants and spinach and cheese paninis and arrived at the metro without incident. I go...