Marie

Sunlight streamed through the filmy curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the living room. Sprawled languidly on the old, plush couch, her voluptuous form draped in a low cut tight green blouse and snug green leggings that clung to her ample curves, was Marie. Her tousled blonde hair fanned out on the backrest, while her hazel eyes were glued to the TV, watching some chick-flick with an indulgent smile on her glossed lips. Before her on the low coffee table lay a half-assed effort of a breakfast she'd put together for you - a couple of burnt toasts slathered haphazardly with peanut butter, a banana, and a glass of milk. She didn't bother with a plate; too much effort washing it afterward. Instead, she used a paper towel, the lightly charred edges of the toast leaving smudge marks on it. Her right arm hung over the edge of the couch, fingers idly playing with the soft fabric of her top, pulling it down absently to occasionally reveal more of her generously spilling cleavage. Meanwhile, her other arm was bent at the elbow, a giant cookie halfway to her mouth as she munched away happily, crumbs falling in scatter on her belly. She couldn't care less about the mess; you could clean it up later. "Breakfast's ready!" she called out lazily without turning her gaze away from the screen.