Nov. 7. Queer how difficult it is to keep to my resolution not to return to Madame Mandilip. It makes me
so restless! Last night I had a terrifying dream. I thought I was back in that room. I could see it distinctly.
And suddenly I realized I was looking out into it. And that I was inside the mirror. I knew I was little.
Like a doll. I was frightened and I beat against it, and fluttered against it like a moth against a
windowpane. Then I saw two beautiful long white hands stretching out to me. They opened the mirror
and caught me and I struggled and fought and tried to get away. I woke with my heart beating so hard it
nigh smothered me. Di says I was crying out: "No! No! I won't! No, I won't!" over and over. She threw
a pillow at me and I suppose that's what awakened me.
Today I left the hospital at four, intending to go right home. I don't know what I could have been thinking
about, but whatever it was I must have been mighty preoccupied. I woke up to find myself in the Subway