harp

J.B. says "roasty", says of dogs "I am the 'nobler' of beast"
slips a piece of paper into his pocket that he found under a laundry machine,
which reads:

"Last night I dreamt of skeletons
and cities made of brittle bones
and one of them I called my home
and where I was I was alone...
Sincerely, M. Shoe"

He goes home and slips into something stiff and starchy,
then slips the paper in between the pages of a book.
Later that night, pretending to retire early to read, he
picks the paper up gingerly and smells it.
"It smells like dust", he whispers.

The next morning he wakes up and the paper is gone.
"Did you take it?", he asks the nearest person.
No one has any idea where it went, and as he makes
a vegan soy sausage for breakfast he remembers a dream
he had:

"I was in the woods,
the stars looked right,
and I remember it was at dusk,
I was not frightened,
but there was a blue light nearby,
I followed it for seven days,
and found a pile of clothes left behind by a small man.
It smelled earthy,
I collected them quickly.
The earth was scattered with rusting machines."

He poked at his breakfast with a spatula, and looked pensive.
The pan he was using to roast his meal looked rusty.
His nostrils flared and detected "earthy".
Later that day an SUV plowed into his body at a crosswalk,
and he died immediately.