11″ x 14″
I am not afraid of being sick, but of losing my body entirely. Misplacing it, and having to go without. Like any of the ghosts we hear about, the ones from the movies and our imaginations, they can see things, but cannot be seen. Cannot touch or be touched because they have no mass, only invisible vapour. I fear my body rolling away from me, like a coat button, under the radiator. I would have no fingers to reach for it, and no way to use an impliment to retrieve it. And no voice to call for help from a friend or loved one.
Some letter!