Barrow Fields You are my world, my everything

ingram, like chusi, still could wrap his mind around the fact she was his -- as much as any fiery and freewilled individual such as chusi could be. everything about her took his breath away - the soft brown of her eyes, the long gossamer sheen of her fur -- being near her was enough to set his heart in overdrive.

somehow he had fallen asleep despite these awestruck thoughts. it was a deep and uninterrupted slumber: he drew comfort in being near her and had drifted off before he was even aware of it.

something woke him up - he opened his eyes slowly, chusi's very close face swimming into view. he smiled instantly, beating the ground with a floppy tail. "hi," he chirped dotingly, stretching on his side on the ground. "hnnffffgg.. can't we sleep a little more?" he asked playfully, a feigned sad-face on his muzzle.