human
It is curious the state I'm in before Aunt Paula sends me away, she said;
gpt
I was a nervous child, and though I've outgrown it, I still have attacks of nerve fag or something like it. I can feel them coming on and so can she. You know we've been together so much that it's like--like two bees in adjoining cells. The cell-wall has worn thin; we can almost touch. She knows it often before I do. She makes me go to bed early; often she puts me to sleep holding my hand, as she used to do when I was a little girl. But even sleep doesn't much help. I come out of it with a kind of fright and heaviness. I have little memories of curious dreams and a queer sense, too, that I mustn't remember what I've dreamed. I grow tired and heavy--I can always see it in my face. Then Aunt Paula sends me away, and I become all right again--as I am now.
human
A little sluggishness of the blood and a little congestion of the brain. I had such sleep once after I'd done too much work and fought too much heat in the Cavite Hospital. Only with me it took the form of nightmare--mostly, I was in process of being boloed.
gpt
Yes, perhaps it was that --her eyes deepened to their most faraway blue--