Staring out on the misty morning, Jessica came over all Wuthering Heights.

“No”, she thought, involuntarily shaking her head to dislodge the very notion

“Catherine was such a cow, I’m much more the Jane Eyre type”

She nodded to herself in approval.

Stepping further out into the bleak landscape, the chill air penetrating her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. She waited for the wind to pick up and tousle her hair in a carelessly fetching way.

Instead a sudden squall caused her to trip and stumble, her left boot sinking into a muddy patch of ice cold water.

“Damn, Jane Eyre” she scowled as she limped in her sodden sock back to the car.

Becoming windswept and interesting was not nearly as fun as she thought.

Abandoning the adventure she returned to her hotel room and her well-stocked mini bar