Lazy Days

Hayley Marie Coppin has nowhere to be and nothing to do, and she has arranged herself in a cream canvas hammock in her beautiful loft room with a copy of Sin City and absolutely no intention of moving. The room is all exposed beams, warm wooden floors, and soft cream walls with a round pendant lamp glowing gently above her, framed black and white prints leaning against the walls. She is wearing a delicate grey lace-trimmed cami that falls away from her shoulder as she shifts and turns the pages, her long blonde hair loose and a small sparkly clip catching the light. The hammock holds her perfectly, swaying just enough to be lovely, and the whole scene has the soft, liquid quality of an afternoon that will never quite end.

She glances up from Sin City with a slow smile and the look on her face makes it very clear that the book is about to be set aside. The cami slips further off her shoulder, the floral shorts barely visible as she stretches out in the hammock and lets it rock gently, the cream canvas framing her golden skin beautifully. She sighs, she stretches, she peeks out from behind the cover of the comic with blue eyes that are very much more interested in you than in Frank Miller. All will be revealed, she promised. She delivers.

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