Journal Entry: It stirs during the new moon

I cannot sleep tonight.

It's a new moon. This the third new moon since I've been here. Every night like this I'm too uneasy to rest.

The sky is like a void. It's too wide and too dark.

Naples would glow at night.

I hate it.

Am I just anxious?

Has it only been 3 months since Bucciarati and the others were here?

My hands are shaking. How useless. I hate it.

I'm starting to repeat myself.

I'll wait for dawn to come.