Eve's reflection

Under the soft glow of the bedroom lamp, a woman lay on her bed, her eyes closed in contentment. She wore a simple white cotton nightgown that clung gently to her curves. Her shoulders were broad, and her straight, shoulder-length hair cascaded down over her face, partially covering it. The woman had an average-sized bust, with her breasts sagging slightly, as she stretched lazily, the fabric of her gown catching just right to emphasize the fullness of her figure. Her skin was detailed, smooth, and appeared almost flawless under the dim light. She seemed lost in thought, her mind perhaps wandering to distant memories or plans for the future, while the world outside buzzed unnoticed. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of the woman and the soft creak of the bed as she shifted slightly.