Good intentions.

Apart from the recurring nightmare, I have never been more content. How ironic that when I finally have the comfort the Maestra gives me in my waking moments, the old dreams start up again. It's almost as if my memories are vindictive.

I quietly bring up our meals; I quietly fetch her writing materials and such; I quietly tend to her needs. I know she is nearly fully recovered, and she will want to move back to her own apartment soon... *chuckles* I'm not sure how to take that.

*sighs* Back to reality.