Have you ever spent eleven years wearing the exact same clothes? How about eating the exact same meals, or doing the exact same countless activities?
Of course you haven’t. People with freedom can choose to wear anything that they want. They can eat when they want. Hell, they can even take a dump when they want.
Not me, at least not until after 9:00 a.m. when I become a free man.
I wiped away the single tear that slid down my face, and let my arm fall tight against my eyes.
This couldn’t be real. For almost twelve years I’ve been waiting for this day to come, and now that it’s here I feel overwhelmed. Every time I take a breath it feels heavy enough to choke me.