Havana sleeps on the pillow beside my own, which is either sweet and comforting or completely unsanitary, depending on your proclivities. Sometimes at night when dreaming or nightmaring my hand falls on her and she purrs. Mostly it wakes me up but sometimes it just becomes integrated in my dreams, which is why this morning I awoke with a start from a dream about an Iphone that was licking my hand.
For two seconds or so I managed to look into Shane’s eyes and his mouth was closed, face serious, and I had forgotten about his teeth. Then he smiled and the old terror – the size! the incredible whiteness thereof! the seemingly serrate edges! – resumed.