naked beneath the sheets
I wake… eyes closed …
outside the window
the sound of
crashing waves ...
and the billow of hollow
breathing next to me,
amplified by the stale
odor of smoke and
alcohol
"what happened last night?
how did I get here; where
is here?"
petrified … I lay still ...
scared to move a head
that rests in the hollow
of an unfamiliar arm ...
I try to remember
where my clothes are
I relax …
and hope to fall into a
deeper sleep … then
wake to the smell of
Sister Agnes’s
breakfast back
home in the convent
Adding your comment:
a realization of someone's Life
its kind of ironic too 
