Asylum
Concrete walls and barred windows. It didn't matter where it was, the fact remained that it was a cell. Brighter and cleaner and bigger than before, but then this one only had one occupant, making it seem palatial in comparison. Everything was singular; one bed, one door, one window, one man. A lone figure, arms fastened across his chest, slumped on the floor and leaning against the wall underneath the lonely window. His long legs stretched out in front of him and his head hung, chin-to-chest, in resignation. This cell was his home now. This was to be his asylum.