Marlyn was enthralled by the scenery. Though it was too quiet for her taste, that is until they reached the dorms. She was reminded of one of those seedy motels where cheaters sneak off to have sex and drug addicts lay low. Except this place looked high-class. 

She wasn't going to lie, she was expecting large, archaic-looking bedrooms with majestic headboards and posts when they arrived. Instead they were cramped in literally like sardines.

Did she really choose prison after all?

She claimed one of the top bunks. Ever since she was little, she had a more than likely irrational fear of the top bunk crashing down onto her. Plus, this way she had a better view of her surroundings and the door.