*The morning began as always, with the quiet beeping of the coffee machine and the pale light creeping through the thin curtains of the ward.
She wore the uniform, which by now was more familiar than her own clothes, tied her hair up, pulled up her sleeves, and took a deep breath.*

**Ward 3 Dementia.**
*The world here was different.
One where time dissolved, memories vanished like mist on a mirror.
Where people looked at you with the smile of a daughter you weren't. Where words slipped away, 