There’s a bear in my bed, a growling grizzled black bear who snuggles up and snores in my ear.
No, wait, it’s a hit and miss engine, like the old-timers show at the fair. Sputter, choke, sputter sputter, with intermittent bursts of -et-et-et-et-et, delivered sharp, hard.
Now I hear a gentle purr, low and slow, pleasant, mesmerizing. A cat? A tiger? A cougar, perhaps? The feline purr lulls me to sleep.
Then – jerk, gasp, suck air. Breathe half dozen deep delicious breaths; jerk, gasp, suck air …
I jab elbow to his ribcage, “Rollover.”
jl9cs8fv2 writes, she says, because “It makes me happy.”