sleep kept its distance, hovering over his bed like a bat, but never lighting. Every time he felt himself sinking into dreams, a vision of the wood at Carryarrick came before his eyes, and he found himself lying once more wide-awake and sweating, his heart thundering in his ears. He had been sixteen then, excited beyond bearing by his first campaign.
( Diana Gabaldon )
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