Eleven AM Naples

He opened his eyes. Turning his head, he wondered, "Where am I? What time is it?" He took a deep breath as he sat up and looked around. Livingroom floor, clock says 5:00. Looking out the window, he deciphered the greying sky as morning and passed a hand across his face, his dry lips and eyes. "There was something ... Something important, is it something I have to do?" he thought as he pulled the blankets up around his shoulders and leaned back against the couch. He was now searching inside his dream, or was it a dream, was it something that happened last night, yesterday? Something he remembered powerfully, but just could not bring into focus. Something he could see in the dark. He got up quickly and went into the kitchen where there was a pad and paper. He wrote. He drew. He could see something, a figure in darkness, standing very still, its face in shadow, a light breeze moving its hair. A man. A man waiting for something. Waiting for him. What was it he was supposed to do? What was the man waiting for? Maybe it was just a dream. Just a dream remembered imperfectly, as all dreams are, dreams that take place in a world where words cannot clearly describe the flow and feeling of events. But still, he felt a sense of duty, something he would know if he just cleared his head. Coffee. He began the mechanical gestures of coffee making while he continued to sort it all out. The problem was, he did not remember last night at all. Did not remember yesterday. Did not really remember any context for the present. He knew who he was, that he was in his own apartment, where he worked, his mother, his car, Jenny. But he could not place the present moment in any logical flow of recent time or experiences. Did not know even what day it was. He looked down at the paper he had written on while waiting for the coffee and saw, "11:00 pm Naples Jonathan Mary is waiting for you." That's what he wrote beside an awkward figure in silhouette. An assignment snatched from a dream? Or something he was supposed to do soon and urgently. That's what he felt about it. Soon and urgent. The coffee sputtered in a way that says it's ready. And the phone rang.