Hours. Hours and Hours. OK, maybe only 3. Honestly, she had lost track of them. This was the number of hours that she had been sitting in the chair in her bedroom. It was a relaxation thing she was attempting. She had sat down in the chair, in the corner of her room, put her hands in her lap, closed her eyes, and had not moved a muscle since. As far as she could tell, that was 3 hours ago. She usually had a good sense of the passing of time, but she had lost track part way through the second hour.

It was an old chair, a little wooden antique chair, like that could go with a dinette set. The chair didn’t really matter. She was sitting up, so her back didn’t touch the back of it anyway. Actually, no slouching could be detected. She was sitting with her hands in her lap, her eyes and mouth closed, looking perfectly straight ahead. No twitching could be detected either. It was almost amazing to see her like that.

She did have an advantage though. She had been meditating for many years, since the 80’s when she was a teen, when it was the "in" thing. She would sit, for an hour or so at a time everyday, and think about the events of it. Even with that under her belt though, she had never done anything like this. So, here she sits, unmoving. Is she bothered by it, not yet, although she assumes she will grow tired of it at some point, and just like leap out of her chair and move again, but maybe not. Part of her expects her boyfriend to come over the next evening and find her like this.

She could feel her muscles stiffen slightly, but it doesn’t bother her. She knows that years of exercise and aerobics will prevent her muscles from growing too stiff from lack of use, even if she was to stay there a week. While there she thinks about many things. One of them is her sexual relationships. She thinks about how her and her boyfriend only ever only have plain old vanilla sex, with no excitement, or kinky foreplay. Did she know what she wanted from him? Not really. Maybe something to do with her in her current motionless state.

Suddenly she imagines him coming in, and finding her this way, and gently playing with her in her unmoving state of being. She thinks about being unable to respond to his advances, and it makes her wonder if he would try to release her. She thinks about him trying to get to her sexually without releasing her from the invisible bonds. That would be most interesting. She wonders if her limbs would be flexible to him, or not. This then leads to her thinking about being picked up without even twitching, and being moved around in her current pose. It makes her shudder, but she remains still, and continues thinking about other things, one after another, after another.

The End
October 1997