Strange Letter # 15--A Letter to a Nightmare You Once Had

Dear Nightmare,

I heavily resent you visiting upon me that terrible sensation of running fast and recklessly across rooftop ledges a few years ago. I understand you were induced by me being weaned off morphine after a week of recuperation from surgery, but that is no excuse. I was in a vulnerable state and you took advantage of me.

Remembering my dreams is not something I often do. When I do, they are not etched in my mind for very long. But here we are six years later still traveling companions. Heights do not even bother me, but you have managed give mea lasting, negative impression.

I nearly fell to the street below six times. I still remember the exact umber. You would not let meslow down, much less stop.

But that is not the worst of it. No, I can well separate dreams from reality. Heck, real life is bad enough to make most of my nightmares a breeze. That is probably why I forget them so easily. No, the worst part of it all is that you have ruined the sweet, sweet experience of a morphine haze. I know I have to hold off now no matter how deep my new incision is. A few days is it, then I have to grin and bear it with your lesser cousin, Vicodin. Cheap imitation.

I hope you are happy with yourself.

Sincerely,
Jamie