Freedom
Sometimes freedom comes with a price...
“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...