The Prisoner

I long ago got used to the size of my cell. Confined spaces have never bothered me. It’s my fellow prisoners that cause me the most angst. Someone new was put into the cell next mine and by some demented schedule that only he understands he begins to randomly smash his head into the wall that connects our two cells. He’ll do this for somewhere around twenty minutes at a time. For a time I was sorely tempted to kill him but I realized that if I did that then someone new would appear on his place and I would have to vecome accustumed to the existence of another all over again.