Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #56

Dear Wrenbird,

So, yeah.

Your little surprise was, well...

A surprise.

You really had me going there.

I'm sorry about what I said earlier.

I was just frustrated and confused and fighting with you is just so...

Tiring.

I really hate fighting with you.

But it's all good now.

And I'm bored.

I'm sitting at my desk, my TV's playing in the background...

And I'm bored.

Bored.

B-O-R-E-D.

This sucks.

I kind of wish you were here right now.

So I could throw snowballs at you.

And when we got too cold,

Make hot chocolate with marshmallows and sit by the fire.

You'd laugh at the whipped cream mustache on my face.

And I'd take two fingers and smear whipped cream across your cheek.

Mm.

Yeah, that sounds like fun.

I'm gonna call you and tell you to—

Oh, hey.

You're calling me.

Uh...

Okay.

So I just got off the phone with you.

You said, “We need to talk.”

Is everything okay?

Oh, God.

Did you realize you didn't want to be in a relationship with me?

Oh, no.

Please, no.

Somebody please tell me this is a fluke.

Please tell me you still love me.

'Cause I still love you, Wren E. Byrd.

I will always love you.

I suppose I should go now.

I'm coming, Wren.

Once in a blue moon.

Late January 1,

Koda