It was the fifth time this week that Carlos dreamed about her, he saw her hair, her smile, every detail, every birthmark, every mole, everything. Carlos could see every little thing about her. But he didn't remember seeing her before, where he saw her, but the memory of her was so clear.

Every night it was the same, the same feeling. They were in a clearing, she ran ahead, laughing, calling him, until she fell to the ground, worried, Carlos ran to the girl, and she pulled him to fall on top of her in the middle of the flowers, they laughed together, then he kissed her.

Carlos left the hotel room stunned, he was still thinking about that damn dream when his eyes saw her, the same smile, the same hair, the same smell that seemed to be stuck in his subconscious, she was there, the girl he dreamed with every damn night, standing in the hallway wearing the hotel uniform, laughing with another maid.