My Dear Friend,

I confess I have always found my spells of sleepwalking to be deeply discomfiting but I am intrigued to know how it has inspired you. That is to say I do not mind whatsoever and I should like very much to hear it.

Admittedly I am also unfamiliar with the poem you mentioned in your letter. I certainly know of Miss Dickinson though I cannot profess to owning a volume of her work yet. I am familiar with only a scant few of her poems but all I have found to my liking. Perhaps procuring a collection of her poems shall be the purpose of my first outing when I am well enough to leave the house; I think it will not be so long now.


I shall cherish your forgiveness all the more for its scarcity,