Her heart was burned to ashes by yearning love.
When Norris Moore awoke, the day was already bright.
She had slept more soundly than she did on the cruise.
Her sleep was light, sometimes awoken by a wave slightly larger than usual.
Sleeping on land was still more stable than at sea.
She turned over and then saw the man who had been sprawled over the edge of her bed, though she didn't know when he had arrived and how long he had been sleeping.
He leaned against the bedside, resting near the head of her bed, sleeping very peacefully.
Norris Moore was caught off guard by this face, quite startled, but she restrained herself from crying out and stared at the pitifully sleeping man with widened eyes.
He was still wearing yesterday's clothes; he probably hadn't even taken a bath. She had no idea how he ended up sleeping by her bed.
However, the man now sleeping beside her seemed much more relaxed than when they met yesterday, no longer carrying the gloom and cold melancholy.
