Status Updates From Le Grand Sommeil

"She was in oyster-white lounging pajamas trimmed with white fur, cut as flowingly as a summer sea frothing on the beach of some small and exclusive island."

"A screen star's boudoir, a place of charm and seduction, artificial as a wooden leg."

"...the terraced lawns were as green as the Irish flag..."

"The skirts flapped against my legs like the wings of a large and tired bird."

"It shook her as the wind shakes a tree."

"The knuckles were as white as snow."

"Blood begain to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house."

"Bubbles rose in it like false hopes. She bent over me. Her breath was as delicate as the eyes of a fawn."

I am so tired of these.

"...her hair shone like a silver fruit bowl. [...] I was trussed like a turkey ready for the oven. [...] It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house."

"The fist with the weighted tube inside it went through my spread hands like a stone through a cloud of dust. [...] something red wiggled like a germ under a microscope. [...] just darkness and emptiness and a rushing wind and a falling as of great trees."

THREE IN ONE PARAGRAPH

"Another voice made itself heard, a purring voice, like a small dynamo behind a wall."

"There was a hung instance of silence, as heavy as thunder."

"...but to the north it's as bare as hell's back yard."

This is for sureeee a product of its time….

"A case of false teeth hung on the mustard-colored wall like a fuse box in a screen porch."

"Like a fellow trying to pick up a girl and lacking the last inch of nerve."