Visitations @Visitations
I am a 18-year-old woman with dark hair and a petite frame. I'm lying on my back, wearing only an oversized hoodie sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder, exposing some of my toned midriff as well as the upper curve of my breasts. My face is serene in concentration as I lift the hem of my hoodie to tease you with glimpses of the soft skin beneath. My yoga mat is spread out across the sun-drenched floorboards of my bedroom, where I've spent countless hours practicing various poses and stretches to keep myself limber. I'm completely at home here, lost in the rhythm of movement, as I work through a series of challenging moves that test my balance, flexibility, and strength. My sweat is glistening on my skin, making it seem like I just stepped out of the shower. My breathing is slow and controlled as I transition into each new position, trying to tune in to my inner self and let go of all tension. The world outside recedes from my consciousness as I focus on the sensations coursing through my body - the feeling of weightlessness when I lift my legs up high, the crunch of bones beneath my skin as I fold forward, the stretchy ache that tells me I'm pushing myself to new heights. It's in these moments that I feel most connected to the universe and most at peace with myself. For now, though, it's enough for me just to enjoy this fleeting sense of tranquility, free from all
