Fool's Gold.  I write.  Untitled, for now.  The night before,
one.  He laid on the soft comfy sheet of blanket, turning over
and over again. It was weird, to be honest. For months, he
wished for something even merely resembles the thing that was
covering his back, but now that he had got it, he wasn’t sure if
he liked it anymore. Maybe he was too used to the lovingly chill
from the cell’s ground. The whole “last day special treatment”,
really was unnecessary. He would be dead soon, anyway, so maybe
he’d want to enjoy the cell in its usual glory, one last time?
The familiar cracking of the “door” (to be fancy) sat him up.
Took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden source of
light. It was painfully bright, or maybe he was just too used to
the dark by now.  A quirked smile cracked up on his long face.
So at least there was one thing he liked from being treated
well, they let his cell mate join him, one last time.
Thankfully, his mate wasn’t one to die the following day, so he
might be able to enjoy the