At work last night I wrote today's freewrite:
12:03 am
A close up of an eye. Blinking. Light. Everything has a scratchy painful quality to it. The light hurts like tiny daggers. Can't keep my eyes closed, must get up. Sound hurts, the fuzzing of the radio occasionally has a ghost voice in it. Slam my hand on the alarm, but the clock falls off in the floor. A single bulb hangs above me. Light still hurts. The alarm is muffled but still on.
Sitting up takes to much energy,but I do it. Rubbing the grit from my eyes I look around. Squinty. Room is a mess, I Kick at something and send it flying. The fan above grinds on. The computer chugs, screen saver writing random shapes in light on the wall.
I hate this little place. This cell. This ugly dirty room where I live my life. I yell, telling them that I want out. I hear nothing. THe slot under my door opens and closes. I can see my first meal of the day there, plated and hot. It is good.
I sit at the pc. I do work. Or something. I try to remember what happened before this but can't. The computer flashes and I enter my name. The first customer has come on line...
12:13 am
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