He's right on top of you, literally. His arms, heavy as they may be, are slung across your chest and his legs have you pulled closer to his body. His nose presses gently at your neck while his head lays on your shoulder. "You're like one of those dogs." You tell him one morning when his eyes flutter open "Wha'?" "You know, one of those big dogs that think they're little but they're not?" Justin gives you a smile before shrugging. "Guess so."
