I fell asleep with him on my chest the other night, and half-wake dreamt in dreams of bellows for lungs, and weeping in tones of his honks and groans. Languishing on my back in the midst of confrontation, accordion in his place, bellows splayed across chest, my heart beating so deep and fast that if I held my breath, so that the heart's beat was my body's only wracking, I could see the bellows move in and up with me.