August 5th , 2014

            "Once again I came home from work in the early hours, and Ophelia was still up. Only this time, she wasn't lying there with a pained expression, forcing her eyelids to stay up until I got there. She was propped up against the wall with her knees up, a book against her thighs, and she was so captivated by the book that she was reading that she didn't even notice me come in. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes, she was beginning to find her niche. And to little surprise, she was reading an encyclopedia, catching up on every aspect of the world.

             Normally, when I would finally get into bed, she'd be asleep wrapped around me in no more than five minutes. Last night she stayed up and read. When I woke up, she was sound asleep in the same position, book resting against her legs. She looks better, everything about her is seeming healthy again. In the moments where she is asleep, I can really respect her beauty, but it's when she is effortlessly moving in a somehow graceful fashion that I realize I'm astonished by her."