I'm reclining on my couch in a short sweater and a little pair of shorts which exposes my tummy and bellybutton every time I stretch my arms or move. I keep tugging my shirt down to cover my bellybutton and telling you not to stare so much - I can see you trying to get a perve! You don't deserve to stare at my sexy bellybutton. Suddenly, I'm overcome by a wave of tiredness and light-headed feelings. I tell you not to stare at my bellybutton if I, and when I fall resting with my arms above my head it stretches my shirt right up and gives you an excellent view of my navel.