I dare you to read this paragraph and not follow the link to read the rest:
Almost like an out-of-body experience or an ode to Dickens’ Christmas Carol, a ghost from my past pulled me naked from my slumber and gently wrapped me in heavy velvet robes of the deepest raspberry and indigo trimmed in gold with tassels at the end of the very long sleeves. A shawl-like hood edged in silky gold fringe covered my head and all but masked my identity, even from myself. A gold band was wrapped serpentine above my left ankle and the only other items I wore were the seven ever-present Chinese gold bangles on my right arm.
You want to know what happens, don’t you? Dahling, you won’t be disappointed.
