Who would have thought that being wrapped in cling film could be so relaxing? Crossing my arms against my body, the first part of me to feel wrapped, supported and held in place, they could let go. Then my tummy and my pelvis, each feeling contained, they could relax the held tension. I began to zone out from what was happening. As my legs, then feet, were wrapped tightly, they didn’t need to hold on anymore. Cocooned from head to foot, my partner in Saran wrap kink could sit at a distance and witness their good work as I sunk deeper into silence and relaxation. Being cut out of the clear plastic mummification, it felt too soon to go back.
