The Drifter Pt. 1

I awake.
Its half past four.
There's someone knocking on my door.
I get up, the blanket falls to the floor.
There's a strange score, of music, flowing through my head.
I open the door, to find a man half dead.
"Please can you help, a poor man out, would you mind if I came in, and slept on your couch?"
He was a drifter.
Traveling alone.
Without a place, to call his home.
I felt sorry for this man, who traveled alone.
Without even a penny to call his own.
So I welcomed him in, and he told me a story.
About a strong willed man and a girl named Laurie.
The tale was tall, and I didn't believe it.
But the man looked tired.
I gave him a blanket and we retired.

I awake for the second time, a quarter to noon.
Morning always comes to soon.
As I walk out of my room, wipe the crust from my eyes.
Look on the couch, and realize the poor man had died.
Tear stains on his face, Scared look in his eye.
Im thinking, why did this man have to die?
And why did he come by, in the first place?
Was he sent for a reason, is this fate?
Invisible hands grip my throat, leave me gasping for air.
I fall backward, and land in a chair.
I look over to the table next to me.
A note is there.
Is this destiny?