Annabel Miller: I&#;m your Mediterranean breakfast

A deserted place on a Mediterranean island. An overturned cable drum that looks like a wooden table. The mild sunlight of the early morning. Nearby a small path on which - hopefully - no one is yet on the road. For my taste, ideal conditions to undress and let the sun shine on my naked body and being captured on camera. Aren't I a delicious breakfast on this improvised bistro table?