A woman in her early thirties sits upright on the edge of an unmade bed in a soft, sunlit bedroom at dawn. Dark curly hair pulled into a messy topknot, no makeup, heavy-lidded exhausted eyes, mustard-yellow cardigan over a plain white t-shirt. Clinging to her back like a living backpack is a full-size three-toed sloth: shaggy grey-brown fur, long curved claws hooked over both of her shoulders, its head resting beside her cheek, eyes half-closed, wearing a permanent serene smile. The sloth is roughly the size of a large dog and is visibly heavy — her shoulders are pulled down and forward under its weight. She does not react to it at all; this is completely normal to her. Warm low-angle morning light through sheer curtains, rumpled white bedding, a nightstand with an alarm clock. Shot on 35mm, warm naturalistic commercial cinematography, shallow depth of field, gentle film grain, muted warm palette, photoreal, no text