I'll show you little pieces of my life. My late night dinner of juicy, roasted chicken legs. The juice of the chicken runs down my fingers. I eat. And you can look at me like you're sitting across the table and we're having dinner together. And it's morning. I go out on the balcony, the gentle caressing sun illuminating my body, my breasts, my belly. I smoke, basking in the sun and looking at you. You sit across from me and spend this warm, sunny morning with me.