She did not write him, or e-mail, or call. She thought about him often, as Lawrence no doubt had thought about her, but more than forty years had passed and the spilled milk was long since evaporated and water far under the bridge. There was nothing to say to him, nothing to ask, and no way to begin. Hiya, remember me? The year is 1962. Lawrence is a senior at Harvard when he meets Hermia, a wild-spirited junior at Radcliffe. Their affair is swift and passionate, but neither is ready for marriage. Lawrence, just graduated, is restless and eager to see the world. Casually, a bit carelessly, they part company. In later years, unknown to each other, they struggle through rising careers, breaking marriages, and dealing with prodigal children. Then, more than four decades later, they accidentally meet again on a Mediterranean cruise. With a love deeper, richer, yet more bittersweet than before, their romance will come full circle. For Hermia, their reunion becomes a test of trust, as she wonders if Lawrence can again be the man she imagined when they were young. For Lawrence, it is a question of Hermia's painstakingly cultivated privacy, which he fears he may be unable to penetrate. For both, it will be their unexpected chance to awaken, together, from a lifetime of sleepwalking.