Moirea

The scene hasn't changed. Every time I walk out my front door I come back to a new scene. I wonder why? Did I do something wrong? I did just as the note said. I went to the cafe, hard to get that wrong. I sat at the table in front of the man on the computer. I left it on the table. What could I have done wrong?

“It hasn't changed.” Bruno says as he curls up on my laps. I smooth down his fur.

“I know. There must be more I have to do.” With that I hear the mail slot open and close. As I always do I rush to the door and open it. There is a man on the other side. This is new.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I am the mail man of course.” He is tall and slim. He is dressed in white.

“Yes, I know that. Do you write these letters? What hasn't my scene changed? I did everything the note said.”

“I am the mail man. I deliver, I don't write. The big man writes them. Why are you in colour?” He says noticing my clothing. “We wear white. We all wear white.”

“I have paint. I can give you colour, too. Only if you tell me about the big man.”

“I must go.” He walks off into the white light and is gone. I am fallowing him before I know what I'm doing. I remember the words 'just do it. Who's going to stop you?'

I keep walking, no sight of the mail man. I come to a door. It is the door to the cafe. I walk in. It is empty. The lights are off but early morning lights guide me threw the maze of tables. I can see there is a small stream of light coming from a room in the corner. I walk to it and peer in. The girl from the counter earlier is sitting and crying.

“Why are you crying?” I ask. She jumps and looks up at me from a chair in the corner of what seemed to be a small office.

“How did you get in here? We're closed right now, come back in an hour.”

“The door was unlocked. I will leave if you tell me why you're crying.” I not dare walk passed the threshold of the door. I am not leaving without knowing why the girl was crying.

“My mother just died. Now can you leave me to be alone?” She says and begins to sob.

“Think the last thing you need is to be alone.” I say, putting on foot into the office to see if it disappeared. “Can you see my foot?”

“Yes of course I can see your foot. Now can you leave?” She says between sobs.

I wonder if I should leave and let the girl mourn in peace. I don't know what you sound do when a person is upset. I can't talk to people and Bruno is never upset. Wait, this girl can see me. She can see my foot. “You can see me? You can hear me?”

“Are you crazy? I really don't need crazy right now so can you just leave?” She said standing up. “I'm not afraid to call the cops.”

“Please, I'm not crazy. You are the first person I have ever talked to here. Please just let me help.” I can't believe this girl can see me. No one see's me. No one hears me. Nor asks me to leave because to them I am never there.

“Did you not hear me? My mother just died. I don't need this or anything right now!” She cries even harder.

I take a deep breath and step threw the door way and into the bright light.