You press your little wet nose against
My shoulder my elbow my thigh my naval
You breathe little breaths raggedly, stubbornly, into all those places
You never stay sleeping
My little pet
Sometimes, in the morning
I’m aware of you watching me
But shamefully, pretend to still be asleep
Until I hear your sad little sigh of resignation.
Fine, you seem to say, I guess she’s not awake yet.
What a mixture of guilt and relief
When I turn around and say, just kidding… Good morning, puppy