At the foot of the bed

I groggily opened my eye’s, not ready to start another day of virtual school. Oh wait! It’s Saturday, I don’t have class. I took a sigh of relief and attempted to fall back asleep. As I was closing my eyes I heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. Being surprised I quickly sat up and looked around, finally spotting the source of the noise. At the foot of my bed sat a man, he was almost translucent, like a ghost? Is this a Christmas Carol? Am I going to be lead to my future self? A million thoughts ran through my head. “Hello?” The man’s head would turn and look at me, I had no idea who this man was, nor why he was in my room at 7 in the morning. “Do you know who I am?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly. “No. Why are you in my room at 7 in the morning?” I asked, a hint of anger in my tone. “I don’t know actually. I was hoping you knew. Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” He scratched his head, looking at me. “Yes, I’m positive I don’t know who you are or why your in my room.” I replied, sitting up. “Does the name Charles Dicken’s sound familiar, young one?” I let the name roam through my mind for a few seconds before repling “Not really, no. Should it?” I asked, tiredness laced in my voice. This response gained a sigh from the man. “What is this contraption?” I turned my head to notice he had my phone in his hand. “Give me that! It’s a phone, y’know to make calls with? Text people?” I saw a look of visual confusion spread across his face. “Do you even know what the internet is?” I asked, walking over to my laptop. “No? What is the ‘internet?‘” he responded. “It’s basically this infinite source of information, kind of like books, but electronic. I can show you if you want?” I turned my laptop on, pulling up google chrome, the prose immediately popping up. “Hold on.” I opened google in a new tab and handed my laptop to this strange man. “Type anything into the search bar, watch what happens.” I said, showing him how to use the keyboard. He slowly typed ‘Charles Dickens’ into the search bar. “Now hit enter.” I said, showing him the enter key. He would hit it and I saw his face light up. “Witchcraft! Tis the work of the Devil!” He went to throw my laptop, I quickly grabbed it. “No! It’s just how thing’s are now!” I said, setting my laptop down. All of the sudden the name hit me, he’s the author of a Christmas Carol! “Wait, you wrote one of my favorite books! A Christmas Carol!” I shouted, grabbing my copy. “That is right, yes.” He responded. I told him how much I loved his work and how great it was. I then noticed he was fading, pretty quickly. “Oh, you have to go now. It was amazing meeting you!”