By Socalbd
I must have drifted off to sleep as the lights turning on woke me up. I was on my side facing into the cell and the sudden bright light coming on brought me out of my sleep.
There were sounds within the facility. A door that opened and closed. A toilet flushing. Someone walking heavy in the hallway. Then silence. More silence.
The pod door opened and the guard entered with breakfast. It was a repeat of yesterday. Another meal of protein bar, banana and dry cereal. The cereal was in a box likely from a mixed set of kid’s cereal choices sold at Costco or Sam’s Club. Other than the banana and peanut butter sandwiches, almost all the food was pre-packaged items. Again, very little expense was put out for this inmate’s survival. It was the bare minimum. Thoughts again came to me of my being warehoused. Nothing was to be provided to me that would be considered beyond sufficient.
