Next day Cris woke up with a light back pain. Soon he realised that he was not in his room. He was sleeping on the couch under his cosy duvet. He sat up furrowing when his eyes caught the broken vase and then the juse bottle on the floor.

Getting a quick flashback of the night. He quickly looked back and front to make sure nobody was there.

Cris : It's just a dream.. Just a dream" Mumbling he convinced himself.

He tried to forget everything before getting ready for university.

Boarding the train he found an empty seat near the window. Resting his head over the window he closed his eyes, he just wanted to escape this place.
All he wanted was to go back to those old days when his mom woke him up with kisses on his face, eating his favourite pancakes with her,...