Last night I had a dream that my father was back. After I woke up I never wanted to shut my eyes again; I guess it's for that reason that I'm tired now, seeing as I never did go back to sleep.

I think Kloppman was surprised to find me awake this morning. Usually he has to beat me over the head with his stick to get me up.

"Ye sick, Kelly?" he asked, squinting at me over the rims of his specs.

I faked a yawn (which didn't turn out to be fake once I opened my mouth) and said, "Nah, Kloppman, I just caught the worm today, I guess."

The old man muttered something to himself and shook his head, leaving the side of my bunk to go beat the other fellas awake.

I sold a couple papers today, but I just wasn't in the mood. That dream kept nagging me.