Battle of the Mind

Brenna read the last words of chapter five.

Soon after five p.m. we had another meal, consisting of a small mug of coffee, and half-a-slice of brown bread. I devoured my bread and drank my coffee with relish; but I should have been glad of as much more — I was still hungry. Half-an-hour’s recreation succeeded, then study; then the glass of water and the piece of oat-cake, prayers, and bed. Such was my first day at Lowood.

How she longed for a piece of oat-cake – anything more than the fish and fruit they had. Though she shouldn’t be complaining. She knew she should be grateful for everything they had. That was more than they could have been provided. She was after all locked in a mountain. There was no tower to let her hair down. There was no Prince Charming to save her. She was lucky to be alive.