She pulls back until your noses are touching. You hold the position for a while, minds on each other’s tastes and smells, your arms keep her stable on her hind legs while you share air. Tendrils of lethargy tug on your eyelids and numb your senses; realizing this was no place to fall asleep, you force your eyes back open. Something about the combination of her taste and smell and touch just knocks you out like a pound of sleeping pills. 