one o'clock
What a day ! how agitated I still am ! My hand trembles , my heart beats so violently that I can scarcely write ... . It is one o'clock ; I did not close my eyes last night and I can not sleep to-night . I am so excited , my mind so foolishly disturbed , that sleep is a state I no longer comprehend ; I feel as if I could never sleep again . Many hours will have to pass before I can extinguish this fire that burns my eyes , stop this whirl of thoughts rushing through my brain ; to sleep , I must forget , and never , never can I forget his name , his voice , his face ! My dear Valentine , how I wished for you to-day !