Journal No 20

>13th April
O Captain, My Captain,

I lay restless at night. Dreams are fleeting and hard to decipher. Washes of colour and strange harmonics are all that linger when I awake, leaving me in a slight state of confusion...distracting me from my studies. True rest escapes me while I toss and turn. I swear I sleep no more than an hour before the dreaming wakes me. My face has begun to show the signs of my poor sleep habits. Dark circles have formed under my eyes and I find myself trying to fall asleep in the middle of the day, my body telling me of it's exhaustion. I have tried my best to avoid others at this time lest they think I have taken on some spring ailment. I feel so...halfway. Half here in this world while part of me is adrift...elsewhere. Little fears creep along my psyche, whispering to me that this way leads to madness. I have no choice, I must continue on. To do otherwise...I knew when I started this journey there was no turning back. All knowledge is worth having.
I shall do my best to eat a few more meals, it just will not do to start wasting away for lack of a restful sleep. I think perhaps a heavy dose of opium will give me a solid night's rest...if not I think there are a few in town who would be able to craft a sleeping draught that may do the trick.
Achingly Yours, Angeline~