I often think about breaking out of prison. Different sorts of prisons, for different sorts of reasons. Sometimes, in my daydreams, I'm in a foreign country and the guards, laughing, will not trust my file and deny me the high-security environment I deserve, instead putting me in a hallway cell. Using something I find in the cell, anything- a twig, paperclip, shoelace, belt buckle- I pick the lock. Then I run down the hall and walk into the storage area, where they keep the personal effects. No way am I leaving without my bag of tricks. When I finally talk my way in and out, I just stroll out the door onto the cobblestones and find the nearest pastry shop for a small cake and some coffee.

Other times it's more exciting. In the night, I awake. Not that I've slept long, because I don't sleep more than ninety minutes in a day. There's moonlight spilling into the solitary cell, a kind of light that makes someone miss the empty echoing house they once had. I twist my arms around, until I get one free from the canvas sleeve. Using the hand in the jacket and my teeth, I get the straps of the restraint device off, as I so often do when I'm bored. From the newbie guard that filled in last week, I have an electronic card. The locked door swings heavily outward, and before I embark, I fetch the strait jacket, putting it on like one would a normal coat. Down the concrete halls I slipped silently, feet wrapped in cotton canvas shoes. The only clear way out was through the kitchen supply room, where one would need a swipe card with kitchen clearance. Only three guards had such a card. There's a computer I can access under the serving counter, one that could be hooked up to the scanner to make the damn piece of opressive technology break. Knowing I would set off no alarms but the silent ones at the front gate made me sad as little, so in five minutes, the Willy Wonka greeting song from the remake will play, on an unendable loop, unless someone turns off the computer system or guesses the password. What's the password? you might wonder...

WELOST

Out the loading door and down the road, climbing up the gates and down the gates, bypassing the dogs and guard stations, giggling as the PA begins to play one of my current obssessions; waltzing down the dusty road in the moonbeams. The Black SWAT comes, just minutes after I leave, and the poor guards in the monitoring stations never were told what would happen to them if someone from the "back rooms" escaped. Free, but I promised the person in the room next to me I would never kill. So now I'm off to steal the world. ^w^


So I really need to find something other than daydream to do, cuz it's really messing with my dreams.