If the time of day were a film ππ₯
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I wake up still naked and barefoot on the cold tiles with messy hair in just the right way. The sun streams through the curtains, as if flirting with my skin βοΈ I walk into the kitchen with no plans and no bra, just instinct and a craving for coffee or tea β
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I stretch my arms above my head and feel my body pull and breathe π
And then... pose. Pause. Smirk. Maybe a little sway of my hips.
It's ridiculous, and I love it! π
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Sometimes I pretend thereβs a camera rolling and that Iβm in a slow, sensual _French film π₯ with no dialogue, just skin, light and maybe a croissant π€ _
_No one's watching but me. _
Thatβs the best part of my day.
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What genre of film is produced and filmed in your head when you're alone? π
