Escape from Alcatraz

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.