Beach almost in sight, I take a deep breath. Forget the past two hours.
Life is so much better when I can see the sky.
I take a bite of apple.
Savour the juicy sweetness.
Sun’s decided to join me. I tilt my head upwards, soak up the warmth.
My ten minutes are over.
I return to the bunker.
Shiver under the strip lights.
Exit signs mock me: ‘You really want to do this?’
Really? No. But do I have a choice?
Yearning for the next break, I pick up the headset and call the first number in the queue.