Descriptive Narrative Essay

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“I feel like a caged animal in the zoo.” I mumble under my breath. Looking out the locked window of my cell, I can’t help but imagine a tiger at the zoo. I see the tiger pacing back and forth. I feel the scrunch of its muscles as it watches the crowds of people from behind the bars of its own cage. It’s about 6:30 a.m. and they are about to call count soon. “Thank God the day can begin.” I say with a heavy sigh. The air in the room is musty and old, and there bits of dust falling from the vent. Dragging my sore body up the stairs to my bed I relish the thought of count clearing. One step; soon I will be able to have a decent cup of coffee. Two steps; soon I can start my laundry so I don’t have to wait all day. Three steps; I can go to breakfast and get some food in my empty pit of a stomach. Four steps; I get into my bed and wait. Soon. I watch as the guard goes by, shining his flashlight in my face to make sure I am there. “Soon,” I sigh to myself, “soon.” Fifteen minutes later, I wait with bated breath at the door of my cell, laundry in hand, waiting for them to give the all clear. As the seconds tick by I go over my to-do list for that day, nothing important really. Laundry, work, meals, the usual day to day stuff in prison. As the all-call speaker rings out that count is clear, I push the button to open my door and race up the stairs to the dayroom. It’s always a race to do laundry in the early morning, because you never know what is going to happen throughout the day that could hinder your ability to do laundry later. As I make it to the laundry room, with its three washers and three dryers, I grab the first open washer I can. Quickly I pour in my laundry soap and start the machine, hoping I have enough time to run back downstairs. The race is on as I high-tail it back down the stairs to put my laundry soap in my closest and then back out of my room
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