He removed his pants from his head and opened his eyes to see his breakfast sitting on the small ledge. Wondering if indeed there were security cameras in his room, he dressed quickly. Too late, I guess. The whole prison probably already got their eye full. After Deni ate his breakfast, he had the idea to create some structure in his solitary. It seemed perhaps the only way to maintain sanity. He set his tray back on the open slit ledge on the steel door and then sat on the floor. He did a series of sit-ups, this time an easy round of push-ups and then several stretching exercises. Exercise, he decided, would be done after every meal. Afterward, he felt like a conqueror of his solitary confinement. As long as he remain physical and remain mentally stimulated he believed he could beat it. I had already beaten the light, now I have to beat the time. The door of his cell opened and the guard escorted Deni to a large barbed wire cage.
