Day 2

The lights cut out on me suddenly as I was still writing my last entry. It was pitch black in the room, so I gave up writing and felt my way back into bed. She must have me on a sixteen hour “day” in here, though whether the period of lights-on, lights-out I experience correlates in any way to “daylight” in the outside world I couldn’t know.

Today was just as bizarre as yesterday. The lights coming back on in my cell woke me from strange dreams, in which I was being chased by a large golden bird over a barren landscape. I was disoriented for several minutes, and was about to begin pleading incoherently once more when the steel door opened and she entered, bringing me back into focus. Read more…