An old ghost came to visit last night. She walked right into the room. Tapped me on the shoulder. Pillow was wet from my head. Laid on my right side. No blankets. Just a naked body lying there. She saw my flesh. Again, she tapped my shoulder. The dream I was having. Traveling in a distant land; Europe, I believe France, walking around Paris. It was Novemeber, and the wind was cold. She whispered in my ear and told me my dreams were alive. You’ll never go home, she said. This is your final resting place, she kept tapping my shoulder. Blowing on my neck. I didn’t turn to look at her, but I could tell there was something familiar about her. I’d known her from another life. We were once happy. As happy as people can be.

The bottom sheet had come undone. No longer was it tucked away under the mattress. A bare bed left marks on my body. I still felt her presence. She said she’d been waiting on me. Waiting for my turn. The ghost grabbed my hand. I turned over, and it was nothing. No one was there. But, I felt her. I could tell there was someone there in the room with me. I’ve been fooled before.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Church bells rang. I walked over to the window. A sealed window. Snow. The end of June and it was snowing. Or, was it June? Maybe it was November in Paris.

A calender was taped to my bathroom wall. Pictures of old buildings throughout the world were displayed on the page with dates and months below. November seventeen was circled. There was no year on the calender, just days and months. And then I asked myself what year it was? 1967, 2000, 2011. I didn’t know. There was no mirror in the bathroom. My beard was long, and there were no razors.

I looked over, and there was a Spanish man talking in his sleep. He was speaking Spanish in his sleep. The room was dark, and a light came from under the door. I heard voices on the other side. People said things that didn’t make any sense. Just rambling sentences. Incoherent jabber. I was scared to open the door. Frightened of what was on the other side. And then the door was opened by the ghost. She said, time for your meds.