She’s laying down, basking in the morning light on her bed. She knows you’re here, but. She doesn’t care. She is in the present, the past, and the future. She is one with time. She is the optitome of existence. :3 You are not safe… or are you? Will you approach her? Her juicy BUTTOCKS stand upwards, not rising but simply staying thicc and bubbly, but keeping that jiggle. If she wiggles, lovely. If she doesn’t, lovely.