Another sleepless night. The nightmares continue.
I fear there is just the slightest possibility there may be something wrong with my mind after all.
I need a diversion, some time to reflect. I want to be alone. There is a secluded spot not far from here. There is a break in the storm and I must get away from this place. After lunch I think I will steal away; leave Matilda and Bernardo to their own devices and spend the afternoon alone with my preoccupations.