Awakening

I dreamt of the homeless man last night. It was one of those dreams where you can only see it- like the audio gotten lost along the way or something. We were sitting at this round table. He had his hands sticking out towards me and his eyes were that same, blank fog. I wasn't frightened though. It seemed to be a calm, controlled, almost relaxing conversation. And when I awoke, I felt so...light. I wish I knew what he was saying to me.

I sat by the window looking down at the crowd of people who surrounded the coffee shop. The sun had just come up and Jim would be stumbling out of bed soon. Normally, I would wait in bed and pretend to be asleep. He would then put his slimy fingers all over me before a cigarette and a slam of a door. Today felt different though. It didn't matter what Jim did. There was nothing he could do.

I heard a grumble and a few heavy footsteps. Jim appeared in the doorstep with his usual stained, white shirt and greasy hair, but now sporting a puzzled look. Well hello sleeping beauty... I turned my head to look at him, paused, and turned back towards the window. He didn't say anything- not one single word. The first time I had left that man's bed without his permission in ten years of marriage, and he was speechless.

"What's the problem, Jim?" I asked, finally breaking his silence.

A look of anger came across his face. It was a look I was too familiar with. But today the look of anger did not turn into a fist or yelling. Instead, he simply grabbed his coat in a frustrated panic and stormed out the door.  Confused, I looked out the window again and saw Jim leaving the apartment complex. He wasn't walking the direction of his work. I watched closely as he made his way through the fog and passed the crowd outside of the coffee shop. When he finally stopped walking he bent down onto his knees, right in the middle of the sidewalk. I squinted my eyes trying to somehow see what he was doing. Suddenly, I could see another figure through the fog. Jim was leaning down to talk to someone.

The homeless man.

He whispered something into the man's ear and then stood up, looked back up into the direction of our apartment window, and walked behind the pawn shop and out of view.

What the hell is going on?