Four Walls, Wash Basin, No Prison Bed

I wanted to write sexy prison!dream but when I did the research I fell into a hole about solitary confinement and just kinda started to roll with it. This is the end result of that.The morning begins with a slow sweat, warm black stone pressed against his bare back as he balances upon the precipice between dreamless dark and thoughtless awake. Somewhere far off is the constant rumble of molten stone boiling and dripping. It whispers like the wind, soured sulphurous in the burnt orange heat. Dream blinks his eyes open. The dull light cast from the lava-curtain is searing. He squeezes them back shut, throws an arm over his eyes, and blinks again. Only a careful glance at his single clock tells him day from night. With the sound of cracking joints and a groan dragged through his scratchy throat, he rises to mark another day passed within his collection of books.