NARRATIVE: letters from my other half

Dear Diana,

You'd think that after all this time, I'd know how this all works but really, who am I kidding. Though whatever this thing is where I can speak and read every language known to man? Seriously, do you know what a rock star this makes me at Sunday dim sum with the sisters?

I'm worried about you. Yeah yeah I know, I'm the one who 'drives the boat' most of the time but seriously. I'm worried. You don't seem like--yourself. Between all the stuff I remember after you go back to wherever in my head you live and the stuff I see around after I'm back--I know I was always all about not wanting to lose myself--you know what I mean, lose me, who I am in the who mess of having to switch back and forth with all of this....

I don't want you to get mad or anything like that when you read this but--this veil lifting thing? I--I think we need to do it.

I think you need me around a lot more than either of us want to admit and from what I've heard I'm not really going to get as lost in the mix as I used to think I would. And we both need to get a better handle on this. We can't be bipping and bopping along like a car bobblehead on a bumpy road anymore. All this crap is affecting both of us and I think the only way to fix it is for me to stop being a freaking scaredy-cat and let you do this thing however it gets done. I know things will change a lot when this happens but no more headaches, no more of this wibbly-wobbly feelings that first few days, no more feeling like you're caught flat-footed. And maybe--you'll be happier. Year I said it. You don't seem very happy, Diana, and that's not like you. I never pictured you as a 'go through the motions' sort of a person and that's kinda of what you're doing.

I know, I know, I don't know a lot but you forget that I just don't remember what you do, I kind of feel what you feel too. I know you're not happy, Di and I know what's that's like. So...think about it. I'm not as 'OMG NO' as I used to be about the idea of you being awake all the time. Look you're not 'Wonder Woman' to Princess Diana or anything like that to me. You're Di. Princess Sparklepants. Who likes double-stuff Oreos a little more than you probably want your Justice League peeps to know about--

And while we're at it, what's up with you and them anyway? You need to fix that too.

Anyway, you're not being your Sparklepant best and that's not cool. Besides, if you're awake all the time, you can wear this stupid outfit cause I sure as hell am not, and that purple ring can go pound sand too. I don't do underboob, Di. NO UNDERBOOB.

As weird as this is for me to write...I love you, you big dumb lug. So get your head back on straight and I'll see you on the flip side.

XOXOXO,
Dee-Dee.

Diana looked down at the letter in her hands. In all the time this carousel had been going around, this was one of the few times that Deanna had reached out to her. She knew better than to dismiss her 'sister' and her advice. But there was something else about the missive in her hands. She was different. The Widsom of Athena had grown on her. Perhaps, she should let it grow on herself.

She turned over the letter, took one of the black pens that Deanna was so fond of and began to write. She hoped that she found her words as helpful.