A Prisoner
Tonight, a guard, not following the rules, leaves the peephole ajar. I wait a while to see what will happen but it remains open. Standing on tiptoe, I peer out. There's a narrow corridor, and across from my cell I can see at least two other doors. Indeed, I have full view of two doors. What a sensation of freedom! ...
My entire forehead is pressed against the steel and the cold makes my head ache. But it's been a long time - how long? - without a celebration of space. I press my ear against the door, yet hear no sound. I resume looking.
He is doing the same. I suddenly realize that the peephole in the door facing mine is also open and that there's an eye behind it. I'm startled: They've laid a trap for me. Looking through the peephole is forbidden and they've seen me doing it. I step back and wait. I wait for some Time, more Time, and again more Time. And then return to the peephole.
He is doing the same.
Prisoner Without a Name, Cell Without a Number
6:25:49 AM 
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