Keith had dreams of the beach. It was an open one, a little busy but everyone else was far away. He sat in the sand and looked out in the water. A plastic bag rolled by like a tumble weed. Most of the dream was that, he just remembers the waves crashing. Slowly building from calm to moderate to something crashing and terrifying. The sound at least, the scene doesn't change. Same beach and same sun, just the noise, until he woke up.
Every morning was the same now he counted for 15 days.
A small
cortado
is delivered to his cell in the morning. Then he's told to go outside and walk a bit. So he does. The sun is bright, and the sky is blue. He must still be in California he thought.
Then we gets back in there's a bowl of oats, and after another cortado.
He's then questioned more told to walk back through what happened. So everyones on the same page, then these guys in nice suits ask him questions. All very similar to the day before.
Most of the time the people are the same, but every once and awhile it changes.
Then he goes back out for a walk, and a sleepy time tea is at his cell for lights out.
