To wake w/a salty taste
Awakening on every taste buds tip
Wondering what you had possibly did

Cold wooden floor to greet your feet
Undressed, you are, head to toe
What have you done; you want to know!

A picture window to give you a clue
Wandering over to it, you do ensue
You see a reflection, just of you

Finding your flung clothing; donned
Slipping each shoe on; ever so quiet
Not to make any kind of sound by it

At the door you pause
Not really knowing what had gone on
Best to slip out the door & be gone