Dear princess Lacey, we are many to worship you, but is there a way we could for once see the world from above, from your point of view, like if we were just behind your eyes. You would lay on your bed. As you wake up, you unfold your sheets, revealing your body seen from your point of view. You play with your breasts, open and close your thighs, cross your legs, perhaps touch your pussy. Eventually you sit up, put panties on, grab a mirror to admire your beautiful face, and grin us, unlucky to not be there.