Post-Apocalyptic Neoprene Encasement

Elise Graves orders me to get into a neoprene bodybag, complete with attached hood, to prepare me for a treat during a long stay in a "treatment facility." Then she straps me to a vintage metal gurney, donning her own shiny apron and heeled rubber boots. After she fastens 13 delicious leather straps, she puts a yellow silicone gas mask over my already restricted head. Just four holes in the neoprene allow fresh air in, and now I am at the mercy of whatever Elise puts at the other end of the gas mask.

Next, it is time for my "treat." An excursion to the beautiful outdoors. Only, I am not allowed to see anything, feel anything, or even breathe the fresh air. Only Elise gets to enjoy the beautiful scenery as she wheels me around the post-apocalyptic landscape, wearing her thick rubber gloves to protect her skin from the harsh air. She relishes in the delights of her freedom as she wheels me around.

As the gorgeous clouds float by, I am trapped, wondering what I am missing, and wondering when (and if) I will ever get to see the outdoors again. Wondering when (and if) I will ever get to feel the breeze on my own skin or see sunlight with my own two eyes, let alone feel or touch my own body and experience its pleasures. Wondering when (and if) I will regain my autonomy or freedom from this strange treatment facility.