Did You Notice?

A pretty woman visits me. Don't know her name. She used to have wild, tangled hair the color of a Nebraskan hay field in the summer, strands blowing in wave formations to the whims of any breeze. It's now pale moonlight reflecting off virgin snow. I'm sure I've kissed her before.

Someone's with her. Familiar somehow, handsome with burly shoulders that could pull tree stumps with ease. Same smile as mine, an odd coincidence. I don't remember what he wanted to discuss. Fishing maybe, or baseball. Baseball. Maybe he wants to play catch with Dad? His voice made me calm and retrospective. I like his wool college Letterman's jacket. I went there too!

From the sticky tar of old memories bubbles a name. Sandra. Sandy. Sarah, that's it. Sarah and Jim. James? Junior! Sarah and Junior, that's who my visitors are. Maybe we're about to go into the living room and have dinner. She's got looks and cooks! I hope it's meat loaf.

Junior's really downcast, keeps wiping matching hazel eyes like Sandra's. Sarah. It's time for them to go they say as the floor nurse wheels in breakfast. I hope they visit me again. Maybe next time we can go camping. Nice people, that Lana and Sam, wish I knew why they were crying. They looked kinda familiar.