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Navy satin slip, barefoot in the bedroom

My bedroom on a night with nothing planned. The fairy lights above the bed, the little lamp, and this navy satin slip I save for evenings when I feel pretty for no reason. Satin slides off the duvet every time I move, so I remade the bed three times. Bare feet on the floorboards, a mug of herbal tea going cold on the nightstand.

Lena lying on her stomach on a white duvet, chin in her hands, bare feet crossed in the air, wearing a navy satin slip in her bedroom.
Admit it, you looked at the feet first.
Lena lying on her side across the bed, head resting on one hand, legs stretched toward the camera, bare feet in the foreground, navy satin slip.
Ballerina toes. Okay, two years of ballet.
Close-up of Lena's bare feet on the white duvet, ankles crossed, with the hem of her navy satin slip visible at the top of the frame.
No polish tonight. Owning it.
Lena standing on the floorboards beside a full-length mirror, up on her tiptoes, one hand in her hair, wearing a navy satin slip.
On tiptoes I gain two whole inches.
Lena sitting on the bed against the pillows, knees pulled to her chest, bare feet flat on the white duvet, wearing a navy satin slip.
My favourite position for deciding nothing tonight 🤍
Lena sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on the duvet behind her, legs crossed, one foot pointed toward the camera, in a navy satin slip.
Cold floorboards, so only one foot volunteers.
Lena sitting on the floorboards against the bed, holding a mug in both hands, one leg bent and the other stretched out, barefoot, in a navy satin slip.
Tea went cold twenty minutes ago. Don't care.