The exercise:
Your word of the day is: imprisoned.
We are now officially ready to install the final level of the deck. The boards have been ordered and should arrive either tomorrow or Friday, and we're planning on putting them in on Sunday. Hopefully we'll managed to get it all done in one day.
It's been a long day and I am ready for bed.
Mine:
These walls are so cold against my bare skin. I want to shrink back from their touch but there's no room, they close in from all sides.
Won't someone free me? Have I not suffered enough? I do not claim innocence, but surely I am due to walk free beneath a cloudless sky, through fields of gently swaying wildflowers. To feel the sun warm my flesh.
Oh sweet, impossibly distant sun.
Time passes so slowly here. I would sleep to hurry it along, but I fear my dreams. I fear never waking again.
I fear waking to find my icy prison cell unchanged.
