Beaded Curtain. It is 6:00 AM. Breakfast has been served and all is quiet. Unlike Club Fed, no one goes to work here, so once the few inmates leave for court it is quiet until well after 10:00 AM. I am enjoying the peace.

I am reading Hidden Talents by Jayne Ann Krantz. I came across the following. The leading lady, Serenity, has a glass bead curtain around her bed. The beads are multi-colored and "tinkle" when they touch each other. Sounds interesting. The morning light shines through the beads, providing a mix of colors across the bed.

Here I sit in a 6' X 8' cell. Three sides are solid steel and the remaining side is traditional one-inch steel bars. Six feet away is another wall of bars, and five feet beyond that are some windows made of frosted glass with bars and steel mesh.

The sun has not yet started to brighten the glass. My cell is illuminated only by ghastly fluorescent lights that are hung from the ceiling at a 45 degree angle behind the second set of bars. So the only color my light provides is the yellow tinge of fluorescents and later on, the added glow of sunlight through frosted glass and wire mesh.

Instead of the tinkle of glass beads, I hear the clanging of the two foot wide steel cell gates sliding open and closed throughout the day.

Glass beads, tinkling, throwing a rainbow of colors across my bed, a member of the opposite sex cuddled up against me "to sleep, perchance to dream."
  ¶ 1:35 PM