Remember, we have just 100 additional words with which to craft a story (or pen a poem). Here's my submission:
The Beginning of the End
Deidre wandered through the abandoned mansion, her heels echoing on the marble floors in the foyer. To her left was a well-appointed living room; to the right, a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
She walked up the sweeping staircase to the bedrooms above. Ah, the master suite! It was gorgeous! An expensive comforter covered the king-sized bed.
She browsed through the clothes hanging in the walk-in closet – stylish fashions (in her size, what luck!).
She giggled with glee when she entered the master bath. The reflection in the mirror smiled back.
“I’m so glad I wasn’t swept up in the rapture! Now this is all MINE!”