Dear B,

 It's been a week since I've written to you, and I'm sure you haven't noticed. However, I felt the need to let you know that I am doing fine. Also, in reply to your last letter, I imagine my body in particular floating in the soothing waters very often. It may sound strange but strange has become my reality. Death has become my reality.

Hm, I'm curious now how old are you?

I couldn't help but laugh when you wrote darling. How are you so sure I'm a girl?

 E