I waited for a long time, but there was no reply from Michael. I turned my head to look at him and found that Michael was staring in another direction as if he was thinking.
"Michael?
"Michael?" I slightly raised my voice and called him again.
Only then did Michael come back to his senses. He looked at me as if he had just realized I was calling him. "Baby, what did you say?"
I pursed my lips and suddenly lost the desire to communicate. "It's nothing."
I slightly lowered my head and looked at us, holding each other's fingers. I softly asked, "Have you had dinner? Do you want me to bring you some supper?"
Michael combed his hair with his fingers and said, "I don't know, maybe I did. I can't remember."
Michael's expression was telling a lie. He must remember this, but why would he hide such a small thing? I didn't continue to pursue this idea. I just leaned on Michael's body and enjoyed the rare warm and quiet time of the day.
