Sissy Sharon s Saturday
The day begins at 4:30 a.m.. I am awakened by the alarm next to my bed on the floor in my tiny cell. It’s barely big enough for the old mattress I have to sleep on, but it has been my bedroom for the past 8 or 9 years (I’ve lost track). Every day is basically the same. I wake up and crawl from my room to the bathroom at the end of the hall in the basement. Cameras watch my every move, so trying to cheat by walking (ever) is a no-no. The punishment is far worse than the crime, so I am always...