I've been dead for quite a few years now, well not a few years fifteen maybe a little longer I lost track of time. I usually stand here on the corner of the old burger joint that's sadly closing down soon due to maintenance, this place is apart of me it's where I spent my last few hours before I got mugged and shot by some wasted **** trying to rob the place, he put a bullet between my eyes because I got the money away from him, surprisingly enough he didn't run off with it after it all laid across my dead body. But I don't let the past haunt me, I'm just apart of the past that haunts the place so what good does it make?
I never really bother anyone, just watch the pedestrians go by, old friends of mine age like whine actually more like cheese but I'm just glad they're all doing well, seeming to have forgotten me and it makes me realize I truly am dead. If anything there is the one who makes me feel alive, Sofia, the woman who works from morning to noon at the restaurant. I know that she can not see me but she brings the light of Heaven into my purgatory.
I sit at an empty rounded table in the back of the room watching her greet customers with her sacred smile, she passes by my table and I expect her to notice me and take my order but she moves along. After her shift is over I follow her outside, often holding the door open for her, she's worked here for fifteen years and she just thinks they installed automatic doors. Sofia leads me to the street corner by the cross walk, she slams her fist onto the button and waits for the orange hand to appear and crosses the street, vanishing behind the speeding cars. Though I try I cannot follow her, if I step one foot of this curb I fast forward back to the restuarant and there I wait patiently for her to come in the morning.
Sofia came and was not herself, her dark complexion had gone to pale and red with fury. She ended her shift early, charging out the doors as I sprinted behind her, on the left of me was a Sikh man sitting against the walls of another cafe on a small rug playing a flute, quickly and without thinking, I possessed his body and played a favorite tune of mine, it's sound came out more beautiful than I expected. People began to crowd around as I got louder and louder and before my eyes was Sofia herself, tears of joy streamed down her face and she smiled and said
" I remember Robert, I remember"
This is a dream I had last summer. I wrote it on another site called storywrite.com that I no longer use. This dream really stood out to me by because I found it heart warming, hope you enjoy.