Gilgamesh is asleep in a little dog-ball. I smoosh down next to him, and say psssstt.
He opens one eye.
I was wondering something, I say.
He opens the other eye.
Feel like partaking of a moonlight stroll?
He hums a happy affirmative, rises, stretches, does a shake-n-wake, and out we go onto slicks of ice and piles of melting snow, full moon shadows spilling everywhere.