10. Drowned by the Voices in Our Heads

Tucked in a lush corner of nature’s own living room, our lady lies amidst a floral daydream that’s got a bit of a thorny side, according to that caption. It’s a somber soliloquy about the buzz in her bonnet that just won’t quit.

There’s something both haunting and relatable about her repose, a silent sonnet to the unseen tussle with a mind that’s running like a squirrel in a wheel. With a wistful gaze towards the heavens, she’s the picture of every soul’s midnight ruminations—those wild musings that have us all whispering, “Brain, it’s time to hit the hay, not the gas!”