A cool summers day shone light across the bed. Her short hair frizzed in all its perfection as it sat neatly above her shoulders. Curvature that could capture any soul and curse it with the desire for more. Her back arched against the bed, mirrors and walls, as if it were all one; harmonious synchronization. Frills and chills were the name of this game. She shimmered in the sunlight and let her lips murmur sweet nothings into the camera's eye. Bending her brow, bending her back, and ultimately, bending my soul... into a beautiful eternity.