Lying on his rotten bunk, the mattress soothed his tattered soul. The keys' clank was bliss, securing him in place. If this was not heaven it was still close enough.
All his life he'd been a bad seed, every moment tinged with hurt or deceit. Today he confronted the world as an honest man with nothing more to hide. Nobody could say he was out of sync.
Breathing felt easy now there were no terrors left to flee, they were already here.