By Socalbd
Day 2
Friday, March 7, 2025
Good morning,
Light is barely coming into the cell from the window. It’s dawn. I thought I would write my thoughts throughout the day as they came to me so this might be disjointed.
The sound of a flushing toilet woke me. It took me a couple of hours to get to sleep last night, but I finally did sleep. I woke up to realize I’m still in prison – and alone in solitary. The coarse blanket they give us is one of the many reminders I’m in prison.
Another toilet flushes. It’s never quiet even when it’s quiet. The constant hum of the air vent pushing air into my cell never stops. It’s doing time, too, just like me. The humming is always there, and the air is never still.
More toilets flushing. Will I stay in solitary today? Maybe I’ll get to see and talk to someone. Anyone. I can’t believe how lonely it is. It’s lonely. I’m lonely.
A couple of months before this the corrections department assigned two people to me – an inmate liaison and a guard. They were to help me “transition in” by being able to answer questions. It was all through text messaging – when I had a phone.