Bøker av Jaimie Roland

I wake up to the familiar pain of a spring digging into my back. Goddess, this cot is unbearable. How I am able to fall asleep every night is beyond me.I groan as I sit up, stretching my back and arms, trying to ease the pain. After a couple of satisfying cracks, it feels a bit better. I shiver and watch as my breath rises above me in this bitter dungeon cell.Living the same day every day has been exhausting.I always wake up too early. It'll be a while before they bring around break- fast. It's not much to look forward to, but it keeps me alive.Then I'll probably do some pacing.Contemplate every life choice I ever made that ended up with me in here.