Colleen's P.O.V
Though prison offered most of us the comfort of knowing there was no pressure from your normal life's stresses, like worrying about what to put on the table for lunch or supper, what you wore or the rent that needed to be paid on time. Prison offered us some sort of freedom. Not the kind of freedom you think... we were still confined to these four dull-looking cream and white walls.
We couldn't roam around or go out for some fresh air whenever we wanted to. No, these four walls and the ugly gray itchy jumpsuit was a constant reminder of where you were and why you were here. It was a reminder that we were anything but free, but instead the kind of freedom where none of the things I mentioned above were a problem for us.
In fact, it was the furthest things from one's mind,
