I awoke
from a late morning nap, sleepy
and
groggy, my mind still filled
with the gossamer
of insomnia,
fogging up my vision.

I pushed back the blankets and
carefully made my way down
from my bunk, Bunk 59-A to be specific,
and walked over to the bathroom
area to conduct my business.

The sun was shining brightly
as the skies blazed
in a vibrant hue of blue;
another glorious and cloudless day,
the kind of day one imagines
as a perfect summer day.

The rays of light shine through the windows; golden blades of steely light crossing over my path as if I was some scantily dressed assistant to some eccentric magician, preparing to send me through a dangerously convoluted contraption of a trick which involves me being sawed in half; cleaved in two; sliced and diced; chopped and scalloped and shredded, yet remaining perfectly intact the entire time; the revelation of the obstacle as I make my way to the other end of the gauntlet
completely untouched unharmed, unmoved;
the same as I was in the first place: an inmate in blue; shades
of blue; sky and midnight and navy varieties; layers of sadness;
of sorrow; of grief; of regret; of remorse; of anger; of frustration; of
dysfunction; of revenge; of hate; of loss; of degradation; of
schisms; or raptures; of discrimination; of pain; of hopelessness;
of not having enough words to describe the situation to everyone, but at least they didn't choose red.

Although I would have had a lot of fun
with the old school striped from the past:
adding some stars to them,
turning myself into a walking representation
of the country these days;
bars and gripes.

Anyway, I was getting distracted from what I was telling you, the whole point of this tale.
I was returning to my bunk,
having completed my task
and was preparing to
climb back up and maybe
read a book to help pass the time,
when something,
let's say, peculiar,
caught my eye; ...