((OOC: The writing is written in charcoal and seems rushed.))
Dear Me,
I did not sleep last night, so I suppose I can't really write in a dream journal, but I still will. I didn't even come home last night. My horse, Layla, is sick, and I didn't want to leave her side. She has been putting on some weight, but I thought little of it. I am very worried about her, I will have Father or Papa look at her when I next get the chance. I hope she is alright though. I have nothing else to write, but I am very tired.
Love,
Syl
