In a dimly lit corner of a restaurant sat four people.
Who are these people? Some have called them friends. Some have called them family.
What are they here for? What are they doing? They appear to be eating. As you edge closer you realize they mean no harm, why they seem very innocent and friendly.
They are chatting away about this and that. Laughing and crying and tipping their hats!
Loving each other and the rest of the world.
I wish they would see me and say hello, but they are so busy, their conversation all aglow. I dream a strange dream now I am awake. A moment later I drift back to sleep. I hope in the morning that I do not weep.
I go down the stairs and look at the stars. Fall over laughing dreaming of cars.