The noise comes when I’m sleeping; something plinks to the floor and rolls. It should wake me but it works into my dream instead.
Three summers ago I killed Colin. I dream about it now. I’m driving too fast and Colin is afraid. He begs me to slow down. A bottle slides off the seat onto the floor. PLINK! I reach for it.
“Grenade!” Colin screams. “Grenade!”
Now I’m awake. There is still screaming.
“Grenade!” someone says. I turn my head. The grenade rolls to my bunk and wobbles. I close my eyes and fall on it.
It brings dreamless sleep.