I had a dream about a man I once knew.

     I worked with him in an old warehouse moving boxes, shelving items, and .. I don't really know. Dreams tend to be this way. Things just happen and for the moment, everything makes sense.

     We worked together for days and days, getting to know one another. We talked to pass the time and keep the parts of our minds that keep us more than simple eating, excreting, sleeping machines from being submerged too deep into the monotony that was our work.

Nothing complicated.
     "How's the kids?"
     "Did you see what coworker number three did today?" "What did you do over the weekend?"
Etcetera.

It was simple, but it was good. In this life I expected nothing more.

     But then, one day, he didn't stay to work. He stopped by, spoke to someone, and walked off. No expression on his face. The next few days, he wasn't there. Nobody knew what happened to him. It was a mystery, but nobody let themselves be too concerned.

The next day went by the same rhythm until a startled shriek interrupted the monotonous beat. Coworkers began to rush outside to the parking lot. More startled gasps shot off in succession. I stepped out the door and looked up to the serene, cloudless, blue sky above.

And there he was, dead and frozen in the sky. Suspended by our own disbelief, his face upward, his back towards us.

He always was the life of the party.