There is something about a man’s soul when it is trapped within four walls.The mind can escape to distant a place or memory, but he faces reality every waking moment he opens his eyes. Time is stretched; minutes begin to feel like days and hours like lifetimes. The air begins to feel thin and he is overcome with the sense he is drowning above water. Every sound is amplified. A drop of water sounds like the thud of a tree falling in a forest. He paces from corner to corner attempting to figure a way out. The truth sets in that there is only one-way of escape, one-way of freedom. He stands on the chair. His breathing slows. He thinks about his childhood. His mother, his father. He takes his last few breaths and closes his eyes for the final time.