this morning #45.

this morning, he woke unaware of exactly which people he’d said goodbye to the previous evening. which people had he abandoned in the confusion? which people would he possibly never see again? there was that cheerily rude bartender chick. there was the random birthday girl they’d followed there. there was that awkward work colleague, there was the girl who was in his bed no less than four hours ago but who, before the night was done, he’d informed that she needed to go NOW, leaving it to be HIS morning. in the long run, all these characters didn't matter all that much. still, they all woke this morn just the same as he had & though he only knew a few of their names, their presence provided connection.