It is night, I sit alone in a small closet on the second level of my cell block.

In this closet I have placed a small table with a chair. The light is dim, but I still enjoy the clutter because I am alone.

When one claims and sets up such spot, it is soon found out. They know I am a writer. They know I have been to all of the worst prisons. They know what I write helps all at times. They know to leave the man in the dim light closet alone.

There is a spider web in the corner. There’s a brown spider there. I watch him at times before I start to write. Even though my eyes are upon him, my mind is in other places, free sunny places… and I daydream.

I’m also thinking about the cold apple and cold club soda I have on ice in a trash bucket in my cell. I have a an old water bottle I fill everyday at the chow hall, only place they have club soda.

I’ll eat and drink both after i finish writing tonight. Funny how the small things become important in prison…

1.my small table and chair

2.my cold apple and club soda

3.my small closet

4. my blog

… “good night”

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