Peace. Abundance of time. Think, read. So much time. His hands trembled as he sipped his tenth strong coffee. Anyone who guarded long enough knew isolation gets to you. As the clock ticked, shift change was imminent.
It was agonizing to think of being home, of sleeping while wracked and disoriented with exhaustion. Risking job loss, he shut his eyes for a second. Waking with a start, the clock read 01:00. Six more hours! No! Shaking, confused, he poured more coffee. Somehow this seemed to have happened before. Impossible!
If he didn’t know better, this would be the perfect personal hell.