He knew when I was human, I was a flapper gal and had the time of my life. I wasn’t up for the roaring ‘twenties party Derek was orchestrating for me and me alone. I closed the window, pulled the blind down, and sighed. The beautiful cone shade had a Tiffany-style stained art glass that shed a warm glow throughout the room. I draped the black garment bag over the back of a chair and flicked on the elegant floor lamp beside it. The cool breeze had a smoky, nutty aroma. The bottom edges of its sheer curtains lifted off the floor, causing the delicate fabric to ripple and bow in the center, creating a complete circle. The four-poster bed was lovely in the moonlight. I had loads of experiences in choosing the best apple in the orchard. I mentally patted myself on the back, even though the truth of the matter was after my heinous death in the insane asylum, I’d been possessing soulless humans for damn near ninety years.
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