A Little Touch of Style

Darling, waking up frozen stiff simply wouldn't do for an entrance like mine. The dim light hit the wooden planks, and with a sweet little shiver, my fingers suddenly obeyed. I rolled my shoulders beneath this gorgeous leather jacket and reached out. Right beside me stood a familiar little fellow clutching a toy firearm. I tapped the tip of that dark plastic gadget with one manicured finger—solid, real, and wonderfully dramatic. Oh, being alive is going to look marvelous on me.