Today, I was supposed to write about donuts I bought yesterday. But something happened early this morning. I woke up from a dream, afraid and angry. In my dream, war was upon the Philippines again. My own home was wrecked. I was frantically looking for my wife. When I found her, my heart broke. I woke up after that and frantically turned to my right. I saw her, asleep and peaceful. Not at all like the frightened, hurt image in my dream. I gave her a hug, so tight it woke her up. With a drowsy stare, she looked at me and asked if there was something wrong. I told her everything was alright, and that I loved her. I kissed her and went back to sleep, still hugging her tight.