You open your eyes, in your usual hospital room. It's a soothing rainy day...the days you found comfort in, because in the past, those were your father's sleep days. It's raining outside, the sky white, tiny raindrops falling against the window panes. Tip, tap, tink, tip. You sit up, coughing weakly, and begin to get ready. You arrive to the cabin an hour later, with your personal nurse, Jenny. You're wearing your usual clothes, a simple yellow dress that makes you look thinner, flat shoes, your hair straightened and braided, while covered by a scarf for protection against the rain. It's a medium size wooden cabin, with a porch, a wide yard good for gardening, and a good roof. It's beautiful, yet the slave mentality in you keeps screaming 'Paint it white. Make it white and perfect before the whips start.' Jenny, an African American woman with poofy curls, hops down from her horse, smiling at the house "Here we are. Your roommate should arrive soon."