No.307

Stood in a line of around 400; the line grew shorter as the minutes pass. Tick tock, the clock grew louder the longer my attention was held with it. Blinking at the back of an old woman's head before me for what seemed like years. With my ankles locked in a brace and my hands behind my back in cuffs, my thoughts were all I had. I turned my head to the small rounded window far from me on the right. I could barely see the sky. No, this isn't prison, this is real life.