June 20th.⁠—Eight o’clock.

The sun is shining in a clear sky. I have not been near my bed⁠—I have not once closed my weary wakeful eyes. From the same window at which I looked out into the darkness of last night, I look out now at the bright stillness of the morning.

I count the hours that have passed since I escaped to the shelter of this room by my own sensations⁠—and those hours seem like weeks.

How short a time, and yet how long to

me