Neither he nor his powers fall outside the sphere of Nature

T.G.I.F.

After work, I decided to have some breakfast at a nearby diner. I sat at the biggest table I could find and when the waiter came over to take my order, I said, "I'll have a coffee and a glass of water, please."
"Do you need more time to look over the menu?"
"I'm waiting, for more people, that is," I said.
"Okay."
The waiter brought me my coffee and water and I asked for crayons because the place mat was a paper sheet covered with images of monkeys in Hawaii or some other tropical island/place, like Fiji or the Bahamas.
"Okay," he said. A minute later, he dropped off a box of crayons.
"I don't think my friends are coming," I said. "I'll have a vegetable omelet though."

I sat at the table and colored in my place mat. I drank my coffee. I drank my water. I ate my omelet and home fries and my two pieces of wheat toast. I paid my bill. And still, I sat at the biggest table, alone. Why? I'm not sure why. I'm weird, I guess. It felt good to take up space and to think about many "things" and imagine that these "things" were sitting with me at this table with the place mats.

I thought about a short story I read in which the narrator described the greatest act of love he'd ever witnessed--a man lifting his daughter from her wheelchair and placing her in his car. I thought of books, big books and tiny books, and how they make me feel nice. Just nice. Warm. Full. I thought of people and their dreams. I thought of failure. I thought, "What happens? Why is it all like this? Why is being unfulfilled such an accepted part of life?" Empty. Cold. There was a time I almost gave up. Sometimes, I feel myself getting cold. Even today, I could feel ambition leaving me.

I guess that's the reason why I sat at the biggest table. I sat. And I waited for something. Like I do, sometimes. For something. Where are you something?

I saw the waiter speaking to a higher up, maybe a manager. They looked in my direction. And I knew that it was time for me to leave. So I put down my tip and I walked out the door. And when I stepped outside, I was blinded, for just a second, because of the sun and the snow.

And all I heard were the cars, and someone exhaling cigarette smoke.