Euneirophrenia
n. The peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams
It was hard to tell how much time had passed. There was no light in my cell except for the dim glow from the lights on the other side of the corridor. But I had quickly learnt the guards rounds and when I would get my meals, and judging by that, at least two weeks had passed.
I wasn't allowed solid food at all. The most I would get is a some bread with my stew, which was often stale. While it did weaken me since werewolves needed a protein rich diet, I was far from dying just yet, so it would be a slow death from malnourishment for me though I was sure I had lost a lot of weight.
I also had a maximum of three toilet breaks a day.
The guards were mute, not speaking a word to me, at all. They didn't even speak to each other out loud which made it all the more lonelier.
Thankfully, I was used to silence and solitude so it didn't bother me.