Norris Moore slept for a very long time.
When she woke up, her face was covered in tears.
Opening her eyes, she found Trenton Smith was no longer by her side, but a thin blanket was covering her, carrying his fresh cologne smell.
She propped up her head and sat up on the couch, she saw Trenton Smith walking in from the next room, a faint smell of smoke clinging to him. He noticed the tear streaks on her face, "What did you dream about? You were crying quite hard."
Norris Moore raised her hand to casually wipe her cheeks, softly saying, "I don't remember."
The man stood there, sarcastically laughed a bit at her comment, and played with the metal lighter in his hand, lightly saying, "Don't you know? People talk in their sleep."
"..." Norris nibbled her lips, "Since you knew already, why even bother asking me?"
"Can't I hear you say it?" His smile took on a malicious edge, "Why, is that name so hard for you to say in front of me?"
