I woke up, covered in sweat after the next nightmare. I stood up and tried to calm the crazy beating of my heart. 1:05 a.m., the damn nightmare always came at the same time of night each time I forgot to take my sleeping pills. Damn it! Another pill forgotten, another dream in which the man with the blue eyes vanished in my hands and I waited for him cold-bloodedly to die. But this time in my dream there was a weird white orchid, which followed me through the streets of my memories.
I kicked the covers and went to take a glass of water from the kitchen, cursing myself and annoyed at my own stupidity beyond reason. I lived in this apartment for almost a year now with my father as a roommate. It was a beautiful twenty-story building with a portiere and nice polite neighbors. Neither of them
