Gray Gray and more Gray

He stared down at the worn pillow, it was so clear where he rested his head no matter how much he fluffed the pillow as soon as he laid it back down on the bed the indent reappeared. Flopping down onto the pillow he shifted till he was comfortable. He stared at wall for a while then shifted his gaze to the cell door. His lawyer promised him it wouldn’t be too much longer before he was free, it had only been a year, he knew he was lucky. Some men in here stayed wrongfully imprisoned for decades. He gave a long sigh, he knew he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. It was so hard to sleep in such a dreary place, the brightest thing was his prisoner's garb, gray and white. Everything else was a darker grey or black. He listened to the quiet grumbling of the prisoner in the cell next to him, he liked him. He was here because he punched a guy too hard and accidentally killed him. If you ask me the guy he killed deserved it, he abused his girlfriends and raped them. He was doing everything he could to get him out. He already promised as soon as he was out that getting him out would take his first priority. He glanced up to the tiny square otherwise known as a “window” the sun was already rising he groaned and stood up ready to get this day over, one day down not too many more to go. He would get through this.