Early morning dream

“What the fuck?” I felt my heart which had been hanging on my throat sink back to my chest and position itself behind my ribs. It was Carlos. I would recognize his voice anywhere.

“Preparing to run already?” His voice was angry but I didn’t understand why. Maybe I was not awake.

I still didn’t even understand when he pulled my hair. “What’s wrong?” His actions were forceful and my hair had begun to hurt.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come back? Where did you plan to run to this time.” As he spoke he pulled my hair harder and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming.

I tried to free myself from his hold by untangling his hands from my hair but his grip was strong.

I succeeded when he got distracted when the door opened. Coco stood by the other side but didn’t come in as she saw Carlos inside.

“I didn’t know you’re back, I heard her scream. What’s wrong?”

I immediately understood even before he said it. It was the look in his eyes that gave it away.

It was my hair, I looked different. If I cou