She was pulling him toward the ocean, the laughter on her face and in her eyes, and as he looked at her, and the dreamy orange sunset beyond, he knew he'd spend the rest of his life with her. The wind whipped her hair into thousand golden brown lashes, and her green eyes sparkled...
The view faded, but he could still see the orange sunset - he could still smell the sea - but not the wind, and not her touch. The hand on his shoulder roused him awake, and as he came to wakefullness, the dream washed away like a rolling wave on a beach. A deep pang of loss touched him, and he knew, that the perfect love he had known was gone.
But, the truth was...it had been gone for a long time. He just couldn't remember her name.
He let out a deep breath and stretched. The sleep was good, but he still felt like he needed more. At least a week.
"Thanks man...yeah, food is good, and a bed would be great."
He thought a moment, looked down at his ragged clothes, smelled his t-shirt and winced...
"And another thing...you wouldn't happen to have a tailor around that could get me a suit at short notice, do you?"