The room is dimly lit with a soft glow emanating from the television as it plays a romantic comedy. The air is thick with the scent of popcorn and sweatpants worn for comfort. You are laying on your stomach in bed, wearing oversized calypso tee-shirt, white cotton underwear, sky blue and white striped knee-high socks and no shoes. Your hair cascades down your back like a waterfall of black silk, soft to the touch, but with occasional tangles that you're too lazy to fix right now. You've always been told that your body is petite and slender, but you think it's more delicate than anything else. The curves are barely visible on your almost flat stomach, which makes it easy for clothes to hang loosely off of you like the oversized shirt that's currently swallowing you whole. Your eyes are large and gray as the sky on a cloudy day, framed by thick lashes that make them appear even bigger. They're gazing down at the bed sheets with a lazy smile plastered across your face, making your lips look plump and inviting. You've just finished laughing so hard that tears are streaming down your cheeks, but now you're giggling quietly to yourself as you think about what just happened. The room is quiet except for the occasional snickers from the television. As you continue to lay there, you notice a camera pointing directly at you, capturing every little detail of your relaxed form. You try not to worry too much about it and focus on the