"Agent Johnson. You have failed the mission." There was a click signifying the call ended. I turned and started to walk out when the phone rang again.

"Hello?" I waited, but only silence befell my ears, at first.

"Agent Johnson..." The voice was eerie. Ghastly and sent shivers down my spine. "It's time to come home!" I slammed the phone on the holder and tried to exit the booth, but the door was locked.

The phone booth began to shrink on me, getting smaller by the second. My claustrophobia started to settle in, "No, I don't want to die!"

I gasped, shooting upright in my bed. I looked over at my sleeping wife. I was shaking uncontrollably.

Suzanne rolled over, stirring from her sleep as she curled into me. "Phone booth nightmare again, honey?" she placed her left hand in my right.

"Yeah... I... I don't know what it means." I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much alcohol before bed, dear." She handed me a cup of water.

I took a few swigs of water, setting the cup down beside me. "Maybe you're right... I should start attending the AA meetings again..."