Dream...
Waking up around 4 am, I get up.. stretch my legs... wash my face.
One of the guards strolls by... they're about to serve coffee and we start talking... just meaningless chit chat. My celly wakes up.
Coffee comes by... I add my creamer and sugar and that's when I realize...
I'm supposed to be out.. I'm not supposed to be here.
I savegely start pinching myself... no, it couldn't have been a dream.
Realizing it has been... it's brings me to tears as I sink to the floor...
Closing them to dislodge the droplets of anguish...
I open them to an alarm clock... here, not there...
I hope I don't make a habit of this.