Lucy
Westenra's Diary12 September How good they all are to me. I quite
love that dear Dr. Van Helsing. I wonder why he was so anxious about these flowers.
He positively frightened me, he was so fierce. And yet he must have been right,
for I feel comfort from them already. Somehow, I do not dread being alone tonight,
and I can go to sleep without fear. I shall not mind any flapping outside the
window. Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late,
the pain of sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown
horrors as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have
no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings
nothing but sweet dreams. Well, here I am tonight, hoping for sleep, and lying
like Ophelia in the play, with 'virgin crants and maiden strewments.' I never
liked garlic before, but tonight it is delightful! There is peace in its smell.
I feel sleep coming already. Goodnight, everybody. |
