You are suffering from a lot of grief and sadness due to the death of your sister. You believe that it should have been you instead.

"You look beautiful when you sleep."

I read the note again, over and over. I’m not crazy. The letter is real. The harsh glow of moonlight only just makes the words more visible. I have to hold the thick brown parchment with both hands to stop it from curling back together. Each swirl of black ink is another coil that winds tighter around my stomach. The letters taper at each end, as if it was written with a fountain pen. He was here again. He was watching me sleep.