You wake up startled, sweat dripping down your face. "Another bad dream". You think to yourself as you get up and walk to the kitchen. Creaks from behind catch your attention as you open the fridge and pour some water. "Hm the dog might be up" you assume taking long gulps of your ice cold drink.
Soon you set it down and start your way up to your room. As you pass by the bathroom you see a dark lump at the entrance and stare at it for a while. You unsure of what it could be feel reassured as the body moves slightly up and down to show it's breathing. "Good night Buddy". As you slip back in bed you feel more comfortable.
Not as exhausted you look out the window. The trees branches make short shaking motions leaving you interested. Soon enough you become drowsy and flip over. You fall asleep ready for tomorrow.
As you get up sun blinding you, you slip out of bed and get dressed. In a hurry you eat a short breakfast and off into your truck. The engine starts with a purr which brings a smile to your face as you start out the driveway. "This could be a good day" you think until...
"JEF , JEF CMON GET UP PAL"! Loud, very loud noises of explosions, guns, people yelling and falling all around you. You stare up a dazed at the figure furiously tapping your face. "JEF LETS GO KIDDO IM TAKING YOU BACK TO THE BASE"!
The figure drags you back away from the chaos as questions flood your head. "Where am I, what's going on, why am I bleeding from my head"! Soon your answers come to you and your paralyzed in time. "Those branches weren't branches, those were your comrades fingers over your face. The creaks had to be the bullets, maybe one that skimmed your head. And I never had a dog, it was my dead partner next to me. I was never home I must've been flash banged. I I'm in war".
Those words stumble in your brain as you look up to see a flying grenade heading your direction.
And you close your eyes once more for one last dream.
