I woke up to the sound of my own tears. The memory of the nightmare still lingered in my mind. I could see Gonzalo's face clearly, twisted in a snarl, chasing me down dark, empty streets. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity that sent a chill down my spine. I lay in bed, shivering as I tried to recall every detail of the dream. Was it real or just a figment of my troubled sleep? I could not tell.
Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. I tried to breathe deeply and calm my racing heart. But the image of Gonzalo kept flashing through my thoughts. How would I ever escape the terror that seemed to follow me even in sleep? I closed my eyes again, hoping for some rest, but my mind refused to quiet down.
