Day 1: Cell 3: New Home: 11.00 AMMature

I sit on the bed, which, is quite comfortable and face the door. The big metal door which is keeping me locked in this small cramped room. I remember it was around 9 in the morning when I got here, I remember seeing a clock, and I feel that a few hours have passed so I shouldn't have long in here til lunch. I'd like to think. 

I lie on my left side and face the door. A flashing red light catches my eye to the left above the door, a camera. There watching me, there watching every move I make. I grip the duvet tightly and close my eyes trying to forget the world, trying to forget why I am here, trying to forget that there watching my and trying to forget that I am going to spend the rest of my life here. Getting to sleep is not hard, I feel so weak, so tired, I could fall asleep for the next three years.

I find myself going into a deep sleep, off into the dream land. 

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