He sees it in his dreams, popping up in between the nightmares, this thing called normal that is always out of his reach. Instead of the world of fresh apple pie (that special someone making it with her own hands), little ones running around me, and true love instead of one night stands I get demons and every nasty thing out there with my name on the brain. Before she slips away, her life taken because of this damn war, she smiles up wishing for the normal life with me that we could never have.