Toro
I gasped and shot my eyes open. My gaze met the blurred ceiling and I had to squint my eyes to get a clear view. It was my ceiling, my room as I dart my eyes around my room. It was unscathed and didn't look like someone invaded it and there was no sight of Travis and Tanay. It was all a dream, the figure who stuck a syringe on Travis. It wasn't actual.
I wiped the sweat on my forehead and sat up. Lately, I have been having a lot of nightmares. Sometimes it feels like those two guys are real, other days it feels like they are just my figment. I traced my mind back to that hooded figure, I wonder who he was and why I'm having dreams about him suddenly.