By Inmate 220418

Saturday – Day 2

I wake up as the courtesy lights come on, still not fully illuminated my cell but enough that I could get a better look around my cell, not that much has changed. I continued to journal while the guards made their rounds, it was relatively an uneventful morning. While they were doing their morning checks, I heard some commotion outside my block, but wasn’t able to distinguish who was fighting.

Eventually we were rounded up and got in line for breakfast, the same as the day before, lined up against the wall, waiting until your turn to approach the guard, “Sir inmate 220418 requesting permission to cross the red line Sir.” I said to the guard in the doorway leading to the chow hall, and waited for the metal tray containing our meal. French toast, sausage, tater tots, and the same shit coffee as the day before.

I know my phone check is coming up soon, so I’m preparing what I’m going to check, being that I only get a limited time, I’m thinking of what I’d missed from Friday to Saturday morning. Upon being cuffed, I’m taken to the same visitation room to do my phone check. I ended up face-timing a friend of mine and checking in with him, he’s asking how my experience is going. Hearing his talk was a nice break from this experience, given that I’d been locked up for 32 hours at this point.

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