This dream may be too wonderful, Isabel Smith curled up in the quilt, the corner of her lips involuntarily curling into a smile, as if content with something, finally she fell soundly asleep.
Percy Stanton went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and when he came out, he saw the bright big light in the bedroom hadn't been turned off, his young daughter on the bed had buried her head in the quilt, he paused, walked to the side, picked up the remote control, and turned off the light.
The room completely plunged into darkness, Percy Stanton frowned, turned on the sleep lamp, then put down the remote control satisfactorily, then walked to the side of the bed, gently stretched out his hand, pulled off some of the quilt from her head, just covering her collarbone.
The woman in her dream, her lips were slightly curved, as if she had a very beautiful dream, her expression sweet and content.
This expression, was exactly the same as Isabel Smith once was.