Day 3
Saturday, March 8, 2025
It’s morning again. There is a crow or some other squawking bird that wakes me up today. Again, the light, the sun, is just starting to rise and illuminate my cell. Yes, I’m still locked in a cell – 3 concrete walls painted institutional off white, the grey steel door and grey bunks. Even the floor is grey. And the stainless-steel sink/combination toilet without a toilet seat. I have to sit on the rim.
This pen sucks. The rubbery feel and movement make my writing so hard. I have to think about each letter and write slowly and with precision. The result doesn’t look like that. Sorry.
I didn’t sleep well. I think the chain gang work and being in the direct sun took a lot out of me. I was awake when one of the flashlight cell checks happened. I’m not sure if the guard caught I was awake or even cared. I’m just a number here. A count to be made.


I started to stir out of my sleep. I was lying in a fetal position with naked skin pressing against most of the backside of my body. Matt was pressed up against me with one arm under my head and the other over my body lying on my chest. I could feel his engorged cock pressing between my butt cheeks pulsing. His breath made my neck tingle as be inhaled and exhaled. He was awake. He took the hand over my chest and lightly massaged my nipple. I moaned.
By socalbd