morning pancakes

I wake up in a house
full of people.
I don't know who they are.
I must have
left the door open last night.
a woman
is in the kitchen making
breakfast.
I hear the beater
on, as she makes pancake
batter
in a bowl.
I scratch my head
and look at the man lying
next to me
in my bed.
what the hell, I say
to him.
it's early, he says. go
back to sleep.
I get up and step over
a boy scout troop on the floor.
there's a cat
in the big chair,
a dog
in the bathtub licking
the faucet.
I must be dreaming, I
realize,
but I could use a pancake
or two.
if I can stall the dream
and wait for that,
that would be nice.