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The Little Dog Who Could Never Sleep
Once upon a time, at 47 Boulevard de l’Hôpital, is where we start our story. Inside the Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital lived a girl who fell asleep, and could never ever dream.
Sorry, I am getting ahead of myself, this is not where we start the story – well it kind of is – it is a little complicated. Let me start again...
Once upon a time, at 47 Boulevard de l’Hôpital, 30 meters under the Salpeterier Hospital in the old quarries of Paris, lives a little dog who has the complete opposite problem than the girl above, for he can not ever fall asleep, but has dreams constantly.
It is a condition that wasn't without its difficulties, as one can imagine when they can not tell reality from fiction, it caused him a lot of problems. Take, for instance, that time he dreamt that he was crowned a King; he felt majestic in his royal throne...
...but the dream swiftly deteriorated into a nightmare, and the plush padded throne was replaced with bones, and he found himself no longer a King, but the Emperor of Death.
The dreams and adventures weren’t too bad... true they left him disorientated and confused, but when they weren’t scary, they could be wild, and it felt electric!
He never did understand war. He had never met anyone else, so he couldn’t quite comprehend the concept. Within one’s own mind was a different battle though. He was at war with his subconscience, and he wasn’t winning.
“I am sure if only I could find the perfect bed,” the Little Dog said, “then I could finally shake this insomnia and rest my head”. Lucidly he drifted through his surroundings, his fractured dreams slowly compounding.
In his mind's eye, he could see all of his family and friends. Everyone that had ever meant anything to him flashed before his eyes. Then in a fleeting moment, they were all gone. He charged his glass and made a toast to them all, but before he finished his drink, he couldn't remember why he started. Sleep deprivation had kicked in, and his memory was fading fast.
The little dog dreams about going to the surface... or did he go there in a dream once before? If one doesn’t sleep, but dreams nevertheless, is it still a dream? Regardless he dreams about not dreaming and if people dream on the surface.
“My eyelids spike me like the blades of a thousand saws, please, I implore that I be granted sleep once more” he would tell the Sandman, that is, if only he could find him. He was sure he must live in the quarries, but no matter how far he searched, he was nowhere to be seen.
Wandering through the galleries, 'tit Saucice felt completely numb. He couldn't remember the last time he napped and the sleep deprivation had devoured his senses. Maybe if he could cut himself, he could snap out of this waking dream. He reasoned that if he bleeds, he could once again feel.
After reading about shooting stars in a children's book; the little dog ventures outside go stargazing. He was so excited his skin started sparking and he had to return underground. He never saw a shooting star, but he enjoyed his trip regardless.
Now days without sleep, each time he blinks his eyes, it feels like a thousand shards of glass are stabbing him in the eyes. The pain is unrelenting, and he starts to weep. "What must I do to fall asleep?" he sobs.
He knew he had to keep moving. "One foot in front of the other." Petite Saucice repeated to himself as he trundled along the corridors.
No sooner than he had gone no more than a few turns, he could hear music echoing from the wall. Have you ever heard music on the street and never known where it came from? Maybe the answer is under your feet. Maybe it was a 'tit Saucice playing the double bass with Serge and Jane in a cave filled with candles and bottle caps.
He was so tired of being tired, so he mustered up the final remaining strength inside his body and tried to fall asleep. He closed his eyes and started to weep, but as he wearily opened them, his vision was red. What he mistook for tears, was in fact blood.
He followed the sound of the water as the corridor opened into a room with a grand staircase leading to... "It can't be..." he thought to himself, "Surely this isn't the fountain of dreams?" He had imagined a flowing waterfall; it was nothing more than just a drip. Regardless he uses the last of his strength to jump up onto the rim and settles himself, caboose first, into the basin. The water washed over himself, and he fell into a peaceful dream.
The dream was so vivid, he could see the sky, he could feel the cool breeze on his skin. For one fleeting moment, he felt alive again. He drew a deep breath of the fragrant air and exhaled slowly. But as he did, his body went limp, as if he was blowing the last of his strength out of his muscles. He lost consciousness and came crashing down in a dizzying array, his head slammed on the cold, damp catacombs floor... not a gram of energy left in his body. The fountain of dreams, his elixir of health, was nothing more than another dream.