He growls again before getting back to my wrist. I watch him, chuckling, and he looks up at me. I move my hand and he pounces on it again, keeping it in place like he would a bone. I move it again and he growls again before taking my wrist in his jaws, trotting back on my stomach and plopping down.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
