First Day of Prison

It’s 4 am in the morning. It’s time for transfer day. Everybody is still asleep. My mental alarm clock has kept me up, from the anxiety of an event that’s about to take place. I take a deep calming breath, and look around at the yellow stained walls.That have been my company for the last six months. For a moment, I felt at ease and comfortable, relaxing with my feather down comforter and pillow. The anxiety hit me like my head had been dunked in a cold pool of water. The shock and realization. It’s that time to go to my next destination! So myself and others are processed and out and its time for our road trip. With our new wrist and ankle bracelets.

The van was small and compacted and we were squashed like sardines. It was really dark, and you can hear the van purring as gentle as a kitten. I finally started to relax listening to the next persons breathing, nice, and slowly, comforting me, like a warm cup of milk before bed time. It was comforting to know I was not taking this trip alone. The sun started to rise, the multiple color’s bright as a rainbow, After a storm, being traveled there darkness and coldness. I finally slept.