They tormented him, the dreams, dreams of the past the time he was in the marines and that time in Africa. Billy couldn't take it he needed relief from these nightmares night after night.
"God I need some sleep." Billy muttered to himself, he shut his eyes seeing the men killing all those people Billy feeling helpless watching them. Billy's eyes shot open cold sweat running down his well formed chest, he sat up sighing heavily.
"Shit." The former convict placed his hands on his head.
"Why can't I dream of anything else there should be a million other things."
He closed his eyes a flash of a girls torso crossed his mind her white bulletproof vest over her moss green tee, more of her started to appear her porcelain skin, her plump rosy lips and button nose. Her image began to grow further her brown locks showing and her small waist. Billy hadn't thought about her in weeks which seemed like an eternity to Billy, to his heart. He couldn't remember her eyes anymore they disappeared from his mind, he mentally slapped himself.
How could you forget the best part about her!
Billy fell in love with her eyes they had...he couldn't remember.
Billy looked at his tattoo, the arm, the hand that he saluted her with staring her in the eyes he remembered her clear blue eyes staring into his darker blue.
"Rebecca thank you." Billy whispered his eyes felt wet as tears formed there.
He cried for the first time in years because of a 18 year old girl who he had fallen desperately in love with knowing they could never be together.
"Billy." He remembered her say his name with curiosity or when she pouted at him Billy was in love at first sight but he knew nothing could happen between them.
"What the hell am I talking about." Billy layed on his bed closing his eyes finally dreaming about the women he loved and would always love.