I’ve been thinking a lot for the last few hours, clearing my head and trying to figure out what I need to say after having Lena in my cell. After leaving the open yard, I went back to my cell and rested my back against the non-comfy bunk which I never thought that I would lay there.
My eyes looked up at the ceiling and both my arms became my pillow at the time, the more I thought about Lena, the more pain I got.
Then I have no clue why my eyes ran toward her stuff, as the intrusive invaded me, I started leaving my bunk and made my way to her spot. My eyes ran around the place, I made sure no one passed my cell and saw me near my bunkmate spot before I walked even closer.
A soft cover became the first thing I touched as I got there; Lena always had this cover with her, why? As I remembered every time she had a nightmare hugging this orange cover would make her feel better, I rubbed the cover and smiled, knowing this was hers and after fighting the urge not to come here yet I can’t.
