Dear GigglePea,
Today I spent all of my dayroom time creating an interpretive dance that merges in story our pasts with our future. As my time out-of-cell came to an end, I looked around the room and saw all of the guards had gathered. A thunderous applause broke through the silence. They and all the prisoners began hugging and sharing handkerchiefs. The amount of tears and snot passed between them was disturbing.
“What inspired that dance?” someone asked.
“The most beautiful girl in all of the world,” I said.
“But what is her name?” cascaded in echo.
Like a sweet song from my lips, it only made them cry much harder.
Minutes later the governor called. From our warden he had received a video of the dance. Just for the day, the governor decided, in honor of the world’s most beautiful dance for what must obviously be the world’s most beautiful girl, he is going to shut down all of our prisons and send us occupants home to our families, “Today we celebrate beauty and love,” he said, before declaring it GigglePea Day in Idaho.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll tell the others that they can go on, but I’m staying here to lock this place up.”
“What?!!” No one in the crowd could believe it. How could I wish to stay another despicable moment?! They simply couldn’t fathom how I wouldn’t rather take a walk, have a couple beers and eat a signature-style sandwich. None of which I’d have to pay for myself; never again would I be paying after an interpretive dance like that.
“You don’t understand, I said. “It’s not yet good enough. Not for my GigglePea!”
Shutting the door to my cell, I rolled my leg warmers up to my thighs and began working my way through the pain of my blisters toward an opus of dance that will redeem your whole family…
Yours