I dreamed I was a hotel concierge in a city of ghosts

I woke up with the smell of old linen and burnt coffee in my nose. In the dream, every guest was translucent—just outlines, like they’d been erased halfway through being alive. I handed them keys to rooms that didn’t exist, and they nodded like it made perfect sense. One asked for a recommendation on where to eat, and I said, 'The diner at the end of time.' They smiled. I don’t know why I kept smiling back. It felt like I’d done this before.