Hello down there

You catch her mid-laugh, head tilted over the edge of the bed, hair spilling toward the floor like she forgot gravity was a rule she had to follow.

From this angle, everything shifts — the curve of her throat, the soft weight of her chest, the way her shirt rides up just enough to make you do the math.

She's looking straight at you, upside down and completely unbothered, like she's been waiting to see how long it takes you to say something.