The sound of a vibrating phone brought me back to reality.
Michael is dead, said the text message.
Were all going to die, I calmly typed in reply to an unknown person.
The Sun greeted me through the blinds.
Who made you so cynical, Barbara? MICHAEL DIED.
Which Michael? continuing to understand little, I clarified just in case, suddenly realizing that one of the two men I had just dreamed of was named Michael.
Yesterday I ran by chance into the guy who had assembled furniture for you. And he said that Michael, who had been in love with you, died.
A terrible thought and, God forgive me, not at all about Michael, who had appeared to me in my dream so sweet, kind, harmless, writing music and really loving me from afar, silently, realizing that there could be nothing but a working relationship between us, flashed through my mind, and I finally woke up, jumping out of bed.
I dreamt of both of them Michael and
YOU?!?!?! Pluto!!! I shouted at the whole Universe to an undefined number. BUT HOW??!!! YOU ARE DEAD!!! SO MANY YEARS ALREADY!!!
I emailed you last year, you wondered the way a stranger had got your address. You didnt recognize me. Maybe you werent ready.
But how???
Have you forgotten how many debts I had back then? You said it yourself, its easier to die. No one would have been surprised. Yes, I just had to die))) By my own! Would you prefer to have your love been killed for real?
But how???
Have you forgotten how many debts I had back then? You said it yourself, its easier to die. No one would have been surprised. Yes, I just had to die))) By my own! Would you prefer to have your love been killed for real?
I raised the blinds and the Sun dazzled me. Pluto people, being under the patronage of the Lord of the Kingdom of the Dead, used to survive where everyone else met death
I dreamt about you today sinking to the floor, I whispered, remembering how many times in life we had tried to be together, but something happened beyond our control, that left no chance, driving us apart, until one day he
Great! You never see dreams without sense Something happened yesterday. I dont know how to explain it. So, theres no need to explain. I just want you to be nearby now!
Youre a ghost, and I need a real man! I said, still refusing to believe in a miracle.
Surely. Ill be in Monte Carlo this weekend. I have to sort out some things. And next weekend you will fly to me in Venice!
Well never meet, I exhaled, remembering that next weekend the Sun would stop caressing Pluto, and he would step into his own Kingdom.
There are no options not to meet, Barbara! Ill be waiting for you on your favorite bridge!
However, the Sun disappeared into the clouds. The evil stars contributed to the launch of a mass lethal virus epidemic, and the air traffic between countries was suspended.
The world stepped through the wide-open Gates to the Kingdom of Death.
My airline tickets were eaten by the fireplace. Italy was in a fever. The ghost of my Pluto wrote to me several times something like itll be over soon, be patient wait a little more just about , and then he disappeared
As the pandemic was over, I left for Greece and lived on a tiny island opposite to Mount Athos, not far from the womens monastery of the Archangel Michael, not missing a single liturgy, at which I asked prayers for the souls of Pluto and Michael every time, until that Sunday when I woke up being foggy myself and the first thing I did was a trip to Venice!
God, I wandered all the bridges, but in vain! Pluto was nowhere to be found!
When I returned to Greece and settled in the monastery of the Archangel Michael, which had become dear to my soul, I was painfully looking for the best way to find the beloved ghost. However, I still had no access to the Universal Data Bank, and no stairs into Heaven were observed anywhere around. I could do nothing but praying.
On the ninth day, right during the liturgy, out of the altar gate, so suddenly and quietly that at first I didnt even believe in his reality, appeared Michael!
He came up to me, smiling, leaned over and kissed my foggy hand.
Where can I find him? I asked hopefully.
You dont have to look for him, Barbara. Besides, hes alive
Alive?! I exclaimed loudly to the whole monastery, thank God, nuns there usually didnt hear otherworldly voices. What a twist! I prayed for both of you as for dead!
God has all alive, dont worry! Your Pluto was seriously ill then, yes, but thanks to your prayers he survived However, since then, all these years, by the will of Heaven, hes been in a state to be able only to pray silently by his soul.
Another blow!
Are you saying that if I hadnt prayed for him, he would have died a long time ago? So, it was me who condemned him to suffer, wasnt it?!
You gave him a chance, Michael smiled, to get something better in the Other World than what he deserved. One day, when they consider him fit, he will be taken away. You can help the unfortunate Pluto shorten the time of his painful stay on Earth by continuing to pray for him here, but you have the right to leave for Heaven with me right now.