and faith in a providing world.
peeping between distended denim flaps.
In my wildest dreams I was never wearing them.
clutching my stomach, twitching occasionally.
In my wildest dreams I was only pretending to be dead.
unable to believe my good luck.
the day like an unopened present.
I can move the furniture back against the wall.
I can dance a jig in the hall.
reading a book about Aristotle.
I can do nothing at all.
having opened a bottle of wine.
in a toast to the BBC.
My house is your house, old friend!
Stay switched on all the time if you want to.
a lap of honour to celebrate my victory.
in cheerful valediction to absent friends.
for my new found liberation.
and no one wore an overcoat to go out?
on the way back to her flat.
makes me draw the curtains and call it a rainy night. Based on the passage above, Using the information provided, can you transfer the style of this piece into a different genre, such as a horror story or a romance novel?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.