Fall 2011

My husband wrapped me in a field we had found previously. We argued like crazy as we struggled to find the same place. This was my first experience being wrapped.

My dad wrapped me at a burnt down cabin up the mountain from his parents' house. We later sat down for carrot cake with my grandparents while they shared the story of how the fire happened.

My husband wrapped me for the second time on the playa. We discovered the area the previous night while on our playa date.

My older brother wrapped me after watching the sun set over the mountains we used to begrudgingly hike with our father. While wrapping, my four year old niece covered and surrounded my feet with little rocks.

Jenny wrapped me in a stream that developed from a storm the previous night. She dropped the paper in the water twice, leaving it the second time. It tugged lightly on my side as the cold water rushed past my ankles.

My mother wrapped me in the living room we were never allowed to use unless we had guests. As she wrapped, I could feel her gently following the paper with her other hand as it unraveled.

My older sister wrapped me by the white oleander bush we hated to maintain outside our childhood home. The desert that night was windy, creating a hollow rustle as she closed in around my head.

My younger sister wrapped me at the campgrounds we used to frequent when feeling rebellious. Before she wrapped me, we smoked a bowl with her boyfriend.

Jessica wrapped me on her dad's birthday. She kept the paper, only to put it on his head later that night.

My younger brother wrapped me on a trail we found during a walk in the woods. He asked if anyone had wrapped me in such a way, as he dizzied himself walking around me in circles.