I have been planning this for a while - but was unsure when the timing would come together to pull it off. I'll have to act quickly because if I get caught, the punishment will be severe: beatings, hunger strikes, probable death threats. Is it worth taking this chance? Yes. Yes it is.
The guard walks by on their rounds opening up a few minute window to escape. Do I tip-toe or run? Oh God. All this planning - what if I missed something? My heart beats a staccato in my throat.
I take a tenuous step out of the cell door, my ear drums straining to hear any alarms alerting the guards of my deviant behavior. I hold my breath....and all remains quiet. My plans gain momentum, propelling me closer to my exit. I sprint down the stairs - my hopes of freedom escalating with every descension. Suddenly, a fight breaks out in cell block B. I press my back against the wall - praying my prison garb blends in with the cinderblocks. The commotion draws the attention of all the guards and I take advantage of this fortuitous distraction.
A few more steps and I'm outside. The bright sunlight threatens to blind me and thwart my escape. But I forge on ahead - as my final steps of the plan are coming together. 60 of the longest seconds of my life age me considerably as I inch toward my destination. And...SUCCESS IS MINE!
I toss three giant Hefty bags of old toys, crap and other things Lena has hoarded into the garbage. I am filthy, disheveled and exhausted after the mass exodus. But, Lena's room is finally clean...
This is the detritus I had to dig through with a Barbie ski. I wasn't sure I was going to make it out alive; trapped in a landslide of pink. I would be forced to eat My Little Ponies until I was discovered buried among the puzzles, Polly Pockets and stuffed sea creatures . Nothing left of me but my tattered remains and a final Bananagram message: Clean Your Room.