The cold night breeze washes past my face, as warm salty tears roll down my cheeks. I have been here for months now, my  cell is unbearable and isolated. At dawn I wake up at the sound of the morning bell, and at dusk I let tears fall onto my pillow until my eyes finally shut. I miss my family.  I wish I could go back to them but this cell is impenetrable, and I know that they never take me back. My cell floor is as cold as ice and my rough shawl doesn't help on cold winter nights.