By convict 975468
The horn blows and the lights come on simultaneously. I roll off my bunk and with precision and without hesitation fold my blanket and sheet. With the utmost care I place them perfectly aligned on the shelf above the bunk, and carefully place the plastic pillow on top. I raise my bunk and hook it against the wall, ensuring that the thin plastic mattress is centered on the bunk, leaving the same amount of space all around the frame.
At once I move to the mark at the center of the cell and stand at rigid attention facing the bars. Three short minutes are all that is allowed to accomplish my wake-up tasks. If I take too much time, or anything is even slightly out of place, I’ll feel the prison strap on my ass. My rigid piss-hard standing at attention sometimes merits a swat with a riding crop by a grinning guard.
