You blink up at me. I reach out a hand, and you drive your face against my palm, a low rumble in your throat. It's dark, but your green eyes shine like headlights and your dark fur conceals you in the shadows. I groan as you step over my gut. You press your cold, black nose against my cheek. I trace the bridge with my finger. You yawn, showing your scraggly teeth and I blow air into your face. This startles you, so you reverse your trip up my stomach in painful jabs, and curl up instead at my side.