Saturday was a great day, one of the best in a week. The phone was an amazing invention, congrats to whoever made it. Mornings were awesome, it was a new beginning in which to start over. When the three were mixed however, that is another story. Mixing these three crucial things is like putting a lit match to a tank of gasoline. Can anyone say: Explosive?

He let the phone ring twice, then lazily decided to answer it. His arm reached out to grab the phone, only to miss it, and knocked the receiver onto the floor. The phone turned on as he let out a noticeably loud "Damn it! God damned phone.." As John Doggett picked up the phone, he could hear her heavy breaths coming rhythmically.

"John Doggett.."

"Hi John.."

"Monica, it is barely 5:00. What in the Hell do you want at this Godly hour?" Doggett said, letting his annoyance show.

"John, I need to see you. I.." Monica's voice gently broke off. She sniffled and Doggett knew something was wrong.

"Monica, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm about 5 minutes away. I am at a pay phone at Mobile. I couldn't get my cell to work."

"Monica,"

"I just really need to be with you right now, John." Monica hung up the phone. The only reason she had called, it seemed, was to wake him up and give him time to dress before she came over. Infact, that is all he had time to do before her quick, delicate knock sounded from the door.

Monica looked horrible. It looked like she hadn't slept for days, but John knew better. He just looked at her, tears in her eyes, and he pulled her body into his strong arms. He just held her, slightly swaying from left to right. He knew from seeing her face, the fear in her eyes, that it was happening again.

"John, it won't stop. I just want it to go away.." Her voice was barely audible.

"I know Monica, I know."

"John, he's here." The fear in her soft voice startled John.

"Who, Monica? Who is here?"

"Him, the man I told you about. The man in my dreams. John, he's here.."

"Monica, it was just a dream. He isn't real, you know that.."

"He was looking in my window this morning. I got scared, I went out to my car and started driving. I was low on gas, and I wanted to be with you."

"Come here." John led Monica to his bed. She sat down and he sat next to her. Her tears were visible, they were like salty rivers flowing from black pools of warmth.

Monica looked John straight in the eyes, and she feared for him. She was afraid for herself, and for John. Monica's head was held by John's strong hands, and soon her own hands went to John's face. The lips seemed to be magnetic. He kissed her softly, she responded to his lips, his touch was enough to send an electrical current through her entire body. She deepened the kiss, she pushed harder into his lips, her tongue finding its way into his mouth. She licked the inside of both his lips and soon their tongues were dancing together in their mouths.

John slipped her jacket off her shoulders, revealing a white sleeveless turtleneck. After a quick glance of approval, that article of clothing was pulled off. Monica helped slip off his shirt, then they just layed there on the bed. Monica was running her hand over John's chest, loving the feel of his chest rising and falling to his breaths. She stared at the distant wall, feeling John's arm holding her firmly close to his body. His mere presence had so much effect on her. Monica felt at peace, atleast for the moment.