She’s sprawled out next to me. I don’t have her sense of smell, but i smell her. I don’t have her acute hearing, but I hear her. We are so connected, I just know her. We are calm together.

I suddenly remember my appointment, and the rush to get ready begins. She feels my agitation before I do, and it is unbearable. She feels my pain, urgency or joy beyond what I can imagine.

I am her world. Is she mine? Nothing would make me happier.