Today is day one of waking up in prison. My window used to face a wall of ivy that was about 30 feet away. Now it faces sheetrock or something, 3 feet away. They have been doing construction for quite some time on the house next door, I just didn’t realize it would be a few stories. I didn’t realize they would rob me of my space, my light. Sun is my life, my happiness, and that has been taken away from me—quickly, simply, cleanly. I am never sleeping in my room again, indeed.
However, prison aside, I was immediately reminded of this amateur poem when I woke up.
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I wake up refreshed
A princess
on my 600Â thread-count cotton/silk sheets
luxurious down pillow
My eyes open
to the sun beaming in from the window
I roll on my side toward the other pillow
rest my hand on its smooth surface, immediately saddened
by the absence of your presence
You are missed
in that white never-ending space
where I had expected
You forever.
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