Woke up that morning

Hélène, Brussels, undated.

Woke up that morning

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.