Checking the Baggage at the Door

Slept in one bed, a second, then
A third. Four beds
I awoke to strange light fixtures
The sound of coffee brewing
No longer aware of the day or
time. Instead, the scent of patchouli
Sweat, rising smoke from the ashtray
This isn't where I should be, could be
Or not. Either way, I awoke to
bright lights, cat fights
between kitties with no claws.
And all the while I thought,
Where, in this confusing whirlwind
Are you?