THE QUEEN OF NIGHT
It was a bright night and the air was awash with the sweet scent of hundreds of The Queen of Night flowers. I inhaled a deep scented breath and heard the flowers whispering to me in their excited banter of blooming at night, I smiled at them with fondness and in turn they giggled at my happiness. I flipped through the calendar and circled the ninth of June of 1996, the day I fell to earth but three hundred years ago.
