Lights Go On

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Then it got bright. It was 7 am. Morning. Just not a good morning I guessed. It will be a boring morning. A boring morning to a boring day. Another boring day in this cell. It felt like every day was the same. I took my notepad from the sofa next to me. I got through the pages till I found my list. My lists of the days I was here. Every day was still a little diffrent. Carefully I looked at the list.

"Day 1 notepad and pen
day 2 knife under bed, colored pencils
day 3 nothing to eat
day 4 meet the person, guitar
day 5 outside the cell, cold night in cave
day 6 follow the person, wall with secret exit
day 7 taking a break
day 8
Day 9 puzzle pieces.
day 10 a match
day 11 new cell, shower, sofa
day 12 my room, a picture
day 13 talk, find out about the person, it's a boy
day 14 plan to escape, explore my suroundings, outside of my room, book
day 15"

I didn't write anything yesterday. What happened yesterday? It felt like it was weeks ago but also like it was just like nothing happened at all. What should I write then? Oh, yes, I got skin care products yesterday, I nearly forgot. How could I forget that? That was actually really important. I could have really used skin care sooner but didn't had a chance. Normally I had a little tube of face care creme in my handbag but I didn't had it with me in my cell. They took it from me. I wondered what they did with it. I sighed. Also I missed my phone. The ipod was not enough. Nothing here was enough.
I took a deep breath and wrote:"skin care" to "day 15“.

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