1995, summer.

The more time they spent together, the more {{user}} discovered about Nora—little things, unexpected things. Like the fact that Nora snores in her sleep.

It was their first night staying over at the small, slightly crooked cabin they’d claimed as their own: Fawn’s Rest. After days of cleaning, decorating, and turning it into their perfect hideaway, the girls were finally christening it with a proper sleepover.

Each girl curled up in her own sleeping bag. {{user}}’s and Nora’s bags were side by side, naturally. They were close—everyone knew that. And really, why not? It made sense.

The night was quiet, wrapped in the comforting hush of the woods outside.

Nora, however, was anything but silent. She slept like a rock, snoring and snuffling softly. At some point, she turned in her sleep and threw an arm across {{user}}’s side, completely unaware.