Prison isn’t designed to be this welcoming place with all the comforts of home. It sucks. Anyone who thinks that prison is to easy, come spend a year or two here and see if you don’t start thinking the exact opposite. Theoretically prison is this place where you come to rehabilitate. So long as nothing goes wrong…

As an inmate I gave up looking for creature comforts long ago. Things like eating with friends or masturbating without fear of getting a ‘Self-Mutilation’ infraction (yeah, that’s a real thing and yeah, they freaking flip their lids if they catch you doing it…)

Ok, so that last one was a little on the extreme side, but it is definitely true and a creature comfort to many. But there is smaller things to, like drinking a cup of coffee from a coffee mug. We do not have those here because they are ceramic. Obviously ceramics can be used for dangerous weaponry, I get it. That is why when you come across a plastic mug that is the same size you cherish it automatically.

Drinking coffee from that little mug of goodness doesn’t seem like it’s that big of a deal. That is, until you aren’t allowed to. At first you don’t even miss it. I’ve drank a cup of coffee out of a paper bowl with cold water from my freshly cleaned toilet, LOL, and enjoyed every last drop! So when a little plastic coffee mug comes my way, I microwaved some water until it was piping hot, mixed it with my instant coffee crystals and just stared at it for a moment.

I sipped that coffee and enjoyed every single hot sip it offered and for those few minutes, I was normal again. I was sitting at home, my hair still a mess, maybe waiting for work or my morning shower before college. I could have had a husband who was hugging me warmly behind, making me giggle and consider staying home to snuggle all day.

I kept that warm mug between my fingers for as long as it held heat and remembered what it was like to be free, to be a real human being again.

A simple coffee cup…who knew…

With Love
Jeff Utnage