I'm not sleeping anytime soon.

Prompt Below:

Solitary Youth (18-22), in the bedroom of a single apartment late at night, the pinkish purple light spots of the neon sign slant in through the floor-to-ceiling window, creating a strong contrast of light and dark with the warm yellow bedside lamp. The air is filled with the lingering fragrance of faint perfume and body wash. A 20-year-old art student was kneeling alone on a messy white bed sheet. She was wearing a loose white cotton shirt that almost slipped off her boyfriend's style. Only the bottom button was fastened, and the inside was vacuum. The hem of the shirt naturally spread out, revealing a tight and flat lower abdomen, a slender waistline and the soft shadow at the root of her thighs. She leaned forward slightly, propping herself up on the bed with both hands. One of her shoulder straps had slipped down to her arm, revealing the rounded shoulder and the graceful depression of her collarbone. Her moist, slightly curly long hair was scattered on the sides of her neck and chest, and a few streaks of sweat or moisture stuck to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead on the floor-length mirror, in which her complete posture and concentrated yet slightly playful expression were reflected. A faint smile lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if she knew the camera/viewer was gazing at her. The moment she bit her lower lip was frozen, and the subtle movement of her tongue quickly brushing over the water-like lip gloss brought an ambiguous sense of moisture. Scattered by the bedside were half-drunk iced Americano glasses, a mobile phone with a chat interface lit up, a fashion magazine opened and a dropped lace underpants. The scene was filled with the ambiguous tension of a private and immersive urban night. The strong chiaroscuro light and shadow outline every curve of her youthful body and the luster of her skin.