As the other old, wrinkly prisoners find objects to make a dummy, I am scratching ‘day number 367’ on my chalkboard. I hear the air vents crackling from the other prisoners escaping. Unexpectedly, I hear a loud bell and a croaky, old man’s voice on the PA saying, “All prisoners come to the Cafeteria  … immediately”
All the other prisoners had dirty looks on their faces. The officer called out the jobs for everyone and, of course, I got laundry duty. As I walked to the laundry room the smell of the room made me gag. I hated all the stinky socks and undies. It was so terrible. I escaped and no one ever saw me again.