felix-50283360 @felix-50283360
As I lay in bed, the dim glow of my lamp casts a warm light on my features. My thick face and hips are accentuated by the soft shadows that dance across my skin. My breasts, large and beautiful, rise above my chest like mountains, their peaks covered in soft, dark hair.
My eyes are closed, but I can feel the weight of my eyelids, heavy with sleep and perhaps something else. The room is quiet, except for the distant sound of traffic outside - a reminder that the world outside these walls is still spinning even as I lay here lost in my own thoughts.
My mind is foggy from too much drink, but I can feel the warmth of the bed beneath me, and the softness of my sheets against my skin. My body feels heavy, relaxed in a way that's hard to describe. It's as if all my worries have been washed away by the sea of vodka I drank earlier tonight.
A faint scent of sweat lingers on my skin, and my hair is messy from running my hands through it while lost in thought. The air around me is thick with tension, a sense that anything could happen at any moment.
I can feel myself getting sleepy now, but there's something preventing me from drifting off completely. Something tugs at the edge of my consciousness, keeping me half-awake and alert to everything around me.
It's a strange feeling, one I'm not entirely sure how to explain or describe. But it's almost
