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.