my attempt at writing for children.

When Eric awoke he kept his eyes closed and didn’t move for a few minutes. He didn’t want to get off his cot. He didn’t want to face what his life had become. After lying there long enough he started replaying the events that had landed him in prison. This thought process usually ended in crying. Eric rose to a sitting position, desperate for anything to get his mind focused elsewhere. He looked to the floor and saw his sandals were awaiting his feet. He stepped off his cot and slipped into them. He stepped to his door, turned his head side ways, and smashed the side of his face against the long skinny window in the cold steel door. There was chicken wire embedded within the glass. From this vantage point he could usually see a clock. Now he could only see a glare where the clock usually was. This indicated that it was earlier than five a.m. That is when the courtyard lights are turned off.
It was with joy that Eric then felt the urge to crap. Anything that passed time was a welcome friend. Defecating was no exception. Eric took the familiar three step walk to the toilet, looking at his cell mate, Doug. He hoped the smell wouldn’t wake him. Standing in front of the cold aluminum bowl facing away, Eric stretched his neck and arms. He was unconsciously stretching out every activity in an effort to pass time. As he dropped his trousers and squatted down he thought he felt a few drops of urine against the back of his leg. He sat and watched Doug for signs of consciousness.
Doug was curled into the fetal position. This was strange looking as Doug was over six and a half feet tall and weighed three-hundred pounds if he weighed one. His full beard stretched down his chest; and his head was bald. He was sleeping with one hand under his thin pillow and the other hand in a fist, with his pointer finger extended. It appeared as if he was pointing to the tattoo on his forearm. Eric could not see the tattoo but he was familiar with the silhouette of an eagle grasping the swastika in its talons. Doug had been making Eric nervous. He was joking about prison sex with increasing frequency. Eric thought they were sounding less and less like jokes. As his turds left his body Eric wondered what Doug’s penis would feel like in comparison. The thought made him sick.
The flush woke Doug who acted like he was still asleep.