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Eve took a deep breath of the cool fall air that poured through the window. Her bedroom, filled with antiques, was dark enough to sleep peacefully for once, but she could not sleep for the overwhelming feeling that she wouldn’t wake up again. A baby monitor peered at her with its red light, reminding Eve how much her son and daughter-in-law worried about her. Downstairs, Dana, her daughter-in-law, listened to the other monitor to keep a close tab on Eve’s heart monitor from her office.
Eve quietly clicked off bother monitors and crept out of bed carefully. She felt a little woozy but figured she could manage. Her frail, aged hands clutched to the furniture in her room as she walked toward the rocking chair before the window.
Just after she’d managed to get comfortable, a small bee blew in threw the window and flew directly into the palm of Eve’s hand. She could feel the small yellow and black hairs all over his body as he shivered from the wind. A gust of wind caught a few silver strands of Eve’s long hair and pelted the bee with them. The bee became most frightened and stung the palm of Eve’s hand. She started to wince in pain but noticed the bee didn’t fly away. Instead, he lay still next to his spent stinger. Eve began to feel a stir of pity for him when she felt something strange in her hand. A burning sensation rose from the stinger, and slowly began to engulf her hand. As the sensation of energy reached her skin, the wrinkles of age smoothed away to young skin. A sudden burst of youth began to flow through her, swallowing each wrinkle and resurfacing her old self again.
Eve stood easily and walked to the vanity. She couldn’t quite believe her eyes when she peered into the mirror. There she stood with sturdy dancer’s legs like she had as an adolescent. She’d walked toward the open window and gazed out at the clear moonlit sky. Below the house was a cliff overlooking the vast ocean.
She took one last glance at the bee and whispered something to it. The bee shivered to life again and took off in flight towards the moon.
She looked down again at the water below. She crawled onto the ledge of the window and used the ivy trellis to get up onto the roof. She stretched out her arms and leapt into the night, her nightgown unveiling behind her.
Dana came stumbling into the room in a panic. She saw Eve’s elderly body crumpled into the rocking chair in a sleep-like fashion. Dana walked slowly towards her and lifted Eve’s wrist to check for a pulse. There was none. She found nothing at all but a small bee stinger in the palm of Eve’s hand.


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I am Jack's wasted life.
I'd like to thank the Academy...



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