Sara's attic room was bare and cold with no carpet and no fireplace.
On the hardest nights she had almost nothing to comfort her tired body.
But Sara had one gift that nobody could ever see or ever take away from her.
She could close her eyes and imagine that the cold room was warm and beautiful.
She pretended the cracked walls were covered with rich tapestries and soft curtains.
She pictured a fire burning brightly and a warm meal waiting on the table for her.
Her mind became the one place where no hardship could follow or find her at night.
Imagination sustained her.