a day in the life of a prisoner

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A Day In The Life Of A

Prisoner

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

I opened my eyes and a yellow light on the ceiling greeted me with a bright stare. I rolled myself out of the bed with a slight groan and my back started complaining by cracking in different places like firecrackers.

I can see the sun shining outside my cell but no warmth is being given in. The only warmth I get is from my 2cm sheet of "blanket". The air-conditioner in front of me just drones on and on and on, slicing the early morning silence. Overall, my room isn't the best place on earth, but I don't have a choice but to rot in it.

My bladder was going out of control so I went across the room to my own private buzzer. Like a doorbell, when pressed, a speaker on the ceiling becomes an intercom and expressing your needs is as easy as talking to a brick wall.