Inescapable
He woke in the pale light with a start. His heart raced. His hands shook. His mouth was dry and fear had closed in. The chill had seeped into his bones. Its hold was poisonous and it would not let go.
He took as deep a breath as he could and waited. His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness. It still preferred it to the light of day. He paused, shut out what he could, and exhaled. He waited again and took a slow breath. His chest constricted at the forced pace but it was lesser than his will.
A rustle of sheets rose beside him. She was still in her dreams. She was still oblivious. He allowed himself a small satisfaction from that.
He stepped out of the bed and strode to the window. The curtains were only slightly parted. A new day smiled in at him. He drew them shut and stood back. He knew the room and all that it encased. He knew the colours in the wall and where he could and could not walk as well as how far it would take to reach one of his possessions.
It was not a trait that he took pride in. It was too great a reminder of the endless monotony of Incarceron. Though the walls had no eyes the familiarity was stifling. He retreated to the bed and drew his knees to his chest and stared.
No one else knew. No one would see the cracks in his façade. He had made sure of that. It was all that he could do. He would not lose his one and only defiance.
Author's Note: I haven't stated who it is. I feel that it would be better for you to decide and I prefer to be vague. I had a sudden urge to write and I looked through which categories I had already written for. This one stood out to me. I feel a bit of a prisoner myself, I must admit. I do enjoy this piece. I rather like this way of writing. I suppose I've been infected with the way of writing of 'old', but no young author truly sates my yearning for a good book.
I thank you for choosing to read my story. I know the story is vague but I hope that you liked it. I apologise if I have not satisfied you.