Literature
Apple
She walked about the room, fixing her hat in place with a simple hatpin. A quick pause at the mirror revealed a beautiful woman with golden brown hair and a sweet demeanor, decked out in a simple red sundress. Her soft lips were painted over with the smallest dash of rouge, and curled into what may have been considered a devils smile.
Before walking out the bedroom door, she took a quick stop at the bed. A large figure lay under the white sheet, still as the grave. She hummed to herself as she gently smoothed over the sheet. A hand fell out from under it, attached to an arm, limply hanging off the side of the bed. She placed it