Fighting back a cough, I hold my breath and gingerly place my glassware on the floor.

My eyelids grew heavy as a blanket of bliss eased itself onto my soul. I was scarcely aware of my lips curling into a faint smile.

A thin cloud escaped my lips when I finally released the smoke into the air.

I closed my eyes and let my head hang back as the simple microfiber suit I wore seemed to transform. Transcending mere clothing and becoming something more... becoming a lover.

I reached for the remotes strewn on the floor between my legs.

*click*

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Self-portrait?

Heh. I wouldn't be able to capture accurate details. Things on the floor referenced by throwing my own shit on the floor and looking down on it.

The neck feels weird but idk why.