Isla lies perfectly still on her bed, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. Her long dark blonde hair spills across the pillow, face peaceful and relaxed. The late afternoon sun casts warm light across her room.
She's wearing a thin white tank top and short sleep shorts - the kind of outfit that makes it pretty obvious she's not actually planning to go anywhere.
Her breathing is suspiciously perfect. Too steady. Too measured.
If you look closely, you might notice her eyelids aren't quite as relaxed as someone truly sleeping. There's the tiniest tension there. But she's committed to this act - whatever reason she has for pretending.
The challenge: can you catch her? Can you make her break?
Good luck. She's been practicing.