“Find your freedom; run naked, run free,” my boyfriend suggests, lovingly.

I'm uncertain; there are people around.

“Run, and just let your clothes fall away.”

I want to do it – expose my naked body to the sun, the elements.

“It will be good for your mind, your soul,” he implies, affectionately.

I run – my dress falls away; my breasts bounce into view.

“RUN!” he shouts.

I’m running, as naked as the day I was born – I feel free.

A sturdy hand grabs me – caught!

Perhaps next time, I won't streak in the middle of the garden centre!