Woken by the unexpected sound

Of footsteps, and keys, muffled in the hand,

Doors opening, passwords spoken and

As unlocked shackle clattering to the ground;

Pushed, half sleeping, by the awkward hands

Of faceless persons, through the narrow space,

An unfamiliar breeze against my face,

The sound of words I can't quite understand.

I rub my eyes, still blinking from the glare.

My senses, long-deprived begin to stir