Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #15

 Dear Wrenbird,

I think it's quite entertaining how well your nickname fits you.

Why am I bringing this up now, you ask?

'Cause I accidentally called you Wrenbird before I could stop myself.

Yes, I know.

I haven't really called you that before today.

Which is why you were so surprised when I said that.

Of course, you thought I was saying your full name—like you were in trouble or something.

And that's the point I'm trying to make.

Your name is Wren Byrd.

Byrd.

I swear, your mom knew what she was doing when she named you, Wren.

She did.

Anyway, your nickname is just fitting.

I guess that's all I wanted to say.

Bye, Wrenbird.

July 1,

Koda