awake...

This curiousity only occurs once in a great while, usually when I wake from
a dream that involves people from my past. After waking, I pour myself a
glass of water, then I sit down at the dining room table to drink it. I
picture all my friends and loved ones sleeping in their beds. Then I think
about all the friends I've had but no longer know anymore. I think about
the women I've been with, too. I wonder what they're doing with their lives
now, and if they're having a good time. I wonder what they look like now, I
wonder what kind of room they're sleeping in. I wonder if they've ever
wondered this about me. Do the people I sometimes remember ever remember
me? Then I go back to bed and fall asleep.