ThatPoppyKat

It was a balmy Spring day in Superjail, with lukewarm temperatures, gentle breezes, and a small array of yellow clouds passing by the smiling sun. The Warden lay on a field of silky grass, about two hundred feet from the bad-mouthing vegetable garden, resting his head behind his gloved hands. It was the kind of day where Warden could just let his all his plans and routines roll right off his shoulders. No Jared to bore him with meetings and priorities, no prisoners screaming their heads off (literally OR figuratively), no Twins to turn his prison into their intergalactic playhouse, just laying back and letting Mother Nature soak him with her