upon waking

I wake most mornings so deep from sleep, believing that I am still in America, thinking, "I have so much to do to get ready for London." Some mornings I am jolted awake by a sound from the next room. My thoughts instantly turn to my mother who I think must have fallen again or had another stroke, to only realize seconds later that I am in London and that the discordant sounds from the room next door is Pan speaking in chinese to a friend or relative at home.