Anita tried to make the best of her circumstances. She really did.

She had more than enough food and toiletries to last the four week hard lockdown. Government cheques meant that her immediate bills were taken care of. She could do anything. She did everything. And in less than ten days she was completely burned out.

Waking up with “French for Idiots” plastered to her face, Anita threw it onto the pile of discarded books in disgust. Her everything was still sore from jumping into every type of workout routine at once, and she had given up on several attempts to write, draw or paint over the past week and a half.

Logging onto her socials, she found that her friends were having mixed results with their own endeavours. Everyone had advice to give of course, if only because it was an opportunity to pretend their own lives weren’t falling apart, and Anita was inclined to take the vast majority of it with a pound of salt.

Something obvious someone suggested - so obvious that she had forgotten to try it at all - was meditation. That was perfect, wasn’t it? It was doing something by doing nothing. If she could get meditating down, she’d be set for the rest of lockdown as long as she remembered to eat.

The soundtrack recommendations that came with the suggestion she bookmarked for later, choosing instead to focus on the basics for her first attempt.

Setting an alarm for two hours in case she fell asleep, Anita settled into a comfortable sitting position on some cushions.

Eyes closed.

Breathe deeply.

Concentrate on your sensations.

Be mindful of your body.

Be mindful of your thoughts.

Be mindful of your breathing.

The alarm went off.

Anita snapped back to alertness with a sudden shock, her body shuddering to life as she felt her sense of self spreading back into her flesh.

She looked at her phone in disbelief. She’d really done it! First time, no problems! She was a meditating pro!

Unless she’d just fallen asleep? Anita frowned at that thought, but she didn’t feel sluggish like she did after a nap. Instead she felt invigorated! Her muscles felt taught and pumped as if she’d just started a cardio workout and her nipples…

Anita stopped suddenly, looking at the tiny dents in her shirt. Her nipples were rock-hard. Experimentally, she reached under and brushed a …