Charlotte's POV
PRESENT DAY
When I got up this morning, I decided to ask if I could take a walk in the gardens. In my old life, that would have been what I would do on a warm autumn morning like this. My house had the most beautiful garden. I had been working on restoring it to its former glory when I'd wound up in here, and I missed it.
I wondered if anything could possibly have survived a year without being tended to. Maybe a perennial or two? I wasn't sure. As I was musing about that, to my surprise Dr. Feelgood appeared at my door, bearing coffee.
"Good morning, Charlotte," he said, and handed me a real coffee, not from the asylum kitchen, but from the coffee house in town, "I thought you might enjoy something out of the ordinary this morning." I gratefully took the cup and inhaled the aroma of home. I'd gone to that coffee shop on my way to the library every day for YEARS, and I didn't realize how much I'd missed it.