You yawned, walking down the stairs after sleeping through the morning, along with half of the afternoon. Great.
You felt drowsy as you walked into the kitchen, hearing your feet thud against the floor. You ate your daily breakfast- I mean lunch in peace on the couch. You turned the television on with a simple click.
"So, Karen, I heard about that new prison opening."
The blonde lady smiled on the screen. "That's right! It's unlike any prison I've seen, that's for sure. I heard there's only one warden in that prison so far. Either they can't find anyone good enough or everyone just doesn't want to be in that prison."
"I think it's the second one," the man said with a hardy laugh.
Suddenly, a knock came on your door. You muted the television, put your food on the coffee table, and walk over to the door. You took hold of the door knob, a chill going up your arm by the slightest touch of it and opened the door. "Hello?" Your eyes widened as a single police officer filled your view.
"Yes." He held out his police badge, proving that he had the right to do what he was about to. "NYPD. _, I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me.
You felt your mind freeze, fear and confusion filling your senses. Next thing you knew it, you were screaming questions, disturbing the peaceful neighbor hood with your wails of innocence. He put handcuffs on your wrists and forcefully pushed you over to the police car, stuffing you into the back seat.
He entered the front seat and turned the car on. He turned the volume up on his radio, trying to drown out your yelling.
You continued to wail as the song, "Don't you worry child" played over you.