Smiling, I ask, “Are you sleeping?” No response, so I kiss the top of his head. A naked stranger sleeps in my arms, his head on my heart. I wonder if my heartbeat leads his jungle dream, or maybe the high school marching band. He twitches when he realizes that he’s shown up for practice in his underwear, or maybe he’s jumping into the Amazon... He stretches, settles back into me like a kitten and is still again. I’ll never wake up in a bad mood again.