Last night as darkness fitted the space in my room, my thoughts lighten. I left the world behind to float my endless fantasy world of a dream. Spin, twist, cycle at my free will. You probably were sleeping sound like you always do, not even the slightly movement would wake you.

My alarm sounded off like a waking grenade. Slowly, closed eyes I reached over the mound of my pillows to deactivate the grenade. I knew, it was a risk that I had to take. The risk of not waking up in time, but I did it. Cut the red, then the blue; or was it blue then red. Never mind, it was easier than that, just press snooze. Should of figured that this kind of grenade just had an on and off. I successfully completed my mission and slumber cast it's spell on me again.

Suddenly, back in my battlefield, I needed to make a call. Where is it? Where's my radio? I know it has got to be here, I couldn't of dropped it when I was running. Maybe I placed it somewhere in my dugout. I quickly glanced around, nothing but mounds of sandbags. Luckily for those, bullets wouldn't be able to penetrate through.

There we have it, right under my mound of pillows. Somehow it slipped under there. As I picked it up, someone aired in on me. It ranged. I picked up the called and her voice, "Hello." Sadness filled the air, worst than on the battlefield. She said to me, "Peter, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, baby, what is it?" anxiously needing to know. My mind filled with puzzles awaiting to hear what she was going to say. What could this be? I can hear her voice tinkering. "All those times..." she paused with a breath, "I told you that I loved you, I was lying to you."

*Bam* My attention drawn to her voice so closely, I was a sitting duck. I've been hit dead on. It was only a matter of time before my last breath. I took my ounce of energy and asked her, "Babe, why have you lied to be all this time, why did you keep telling that you love me?" My eyes blurred, vision impaired, sound disordered.

Her voice ranged in my head, "Sorry, but I have someone else." I shuttered with shortness, "I know you do, but Babe..." "But what?" she questioned me.

"But, I love you."

"I know you do."

Fantasy faded, I returned back to reality. My eyes barely opened, sound returning to me. I was alive. My phone ranged... a precious voice smiled at me, "Hello."