Saran Wrap Suspension

As the saran wrap tightens around my wrists, ankles, and body, it felt like an invisible force squeezing the life out of me. Each layer seemed to constrict my movements further, leaving me gasping for air. Wrapped in layers of clear plastic, I am isolated. The transparent barrier separates me from reality, trapping me in a suffocating cocoon of helplessness. With each futile struggle against the unforgiving embrace of the saran wrap, desperation claws at my insides, threatening to consume my spirit. The more I fight, the more it seems to tighten its grip, leaving me teetering on the edge of despair.