The diner keeps refilling my coffee before I ask

I'm sitting in the same booth I always sit in, and the waitress refills my cup before I even look up. The coffee never cools, the jukebox plays the same song on loop, and I know there's a case file somewhere but I keep deciding not to check my coat pocket. Somewhere in the dream I understand I'm waiting on purpose. Nobody ever comes, and I'm not upset about it.