My favorite Author

It had been a long day. I was killed. The only thing in my mind was sitting back a drinking a cold beer. Walking in the bar the lighting was dim. Laughter could be heard lightly in the background. Walking to the back corner I found me a table away from everything and everyone. I sat down slowly enjoying the feeling of my body relaxing. A purky waitress came up to the table, what would you like she said. Rolling my eyes at her over bubbly personality I answered a beer please. She walked off as if she felt my negative vibes towards her. Closing my eyes I just set back and relaxed. Excuse me, I heard a voice say. I looked around. Out the Darkness Appeared a man. His face had no expression. May I join you he said with a deep voice. I nodded my head. He sat down beside me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Edgar Allen Poe. I looked up in disbelief. I knew I had seen him somewhere before but never did I imagine it was him. Stuttering I barely said the words I am your biggest fan. I have read all your writings and you have inspired many of my writings. A small smile from the side of his lip appeared. Thank you he said. He began to talk more, I saw you sitting in this dark corner with a look on your face of concern. I know that look he said, I have had that look many of times. The feeling of loneliness and sadness can drive you mad. I looked him in the eyes, he could read my mind. He knew exactly how I felt what I was going through. The waitress came over bringing us both a beer. He never once looked up at her. When she left I told him how I felt. It amazed me that he knew how I felt. He looked deep into my eyes. I could feel him mentally drawing me into his world. Put your emotions and feelings all into your writing he said. I.jI.just shook my head yes, still mesmerized with his stare. He put his hand on mine. I could feel a wave of emotion come over my body. I will always be a part of you he said. He leaned back and I just let out a sigh. I looked down at the table thinking of what to say and looked up again. He was gone. My mouth fell wide open. I looked all around the room. He was nowhere to be seen. Is my mind playing tricks on me. No, I heard a voice come from somewhere inside me. I am with you and you will continue on with my writings. Instantly I knew he was still here. Standing to leave I turned around towards the wall beside my table. On the wall was a picture of Edgar Allen Poe. His eyes looking into mine. I knew I had just had a beer with my favorite Author.