3
When I woke up the next morning, the early sunlight fell on my face, causing me to feel a bit confused.
The doctor said the tumor might be pressing on my optic nerve, so it takes me a while to focus when I look at things now.
Lucas was leaning against the headboard reading a financial magazine.
In the past, when we lazed in bed together on weekends, I would cling to him like a koala, with at least one of my limbs on his body.
This was an unconscious reaction of my body.
Lucas looked down, “Awake?”
I smiled at him, “Good morning.”
3:01 PM
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He glanced at my shoulder, with an indecipherable look, “You slept quite obediently last night.”
I still smiled.
He suddenly frowned slightly, “What nonsense were you talking about in your dream just now?”
I touched my face, it was wet.
Did I cry?
Worried that he would delve deeper, I sat up halfway and looked at him seriously, “I dreamed that I went to Norway and saw snow and the Northern Lights.”
“I really want to go.”
“Can we?”
I looked at him pleadingly, with a hint of begging.
Lucas ignored me, “No time.”
I opened my mouth, then slowly smiled, “Alright then.”
Perhaps my reaction was too calm, he turned his head and looked at me for a while, then said indifferently, “How about next March? I can’t make time this year.”
I nodded.
We should still have time.
