When I was a teenager, and stressed as shit by my crazy fucked up parents, and shit in general, I'd haul out my sleeping bag, and head out into the woods behind our house, often accompanied by our neighbor's dog Joe, a big, dumb, lovable and loyal Chocolate lab.
Anyway, on one of my outings, as I am waking up at just before dawn or so, Joe sleeping by my side, I just get this feeling that something's wrong. I put my hand on Joe, and feel he's shivering - something must be terrifying him too.
I sleep under a bit of an overhang, off the trail, so no one can see me there, and the sun is on the other side of the hill, so while the sky is lightening, it's still dark, so I try to scan the area around me to see what the fuck is wrong.
Joe nuzzles even tighter into me, and relaxes as I pet him.
And then I hear joe's panting as he wakes up and sees me awake.
From just behind my head.
On the opposite side of where the furry thing I was petting was curled up against me.
Instant, complete panic. I try to see what it is that is pressing against me, and it's dark as shit in here... but as my eyes acclimate, it slowly becomes clear.
It was a fawn.
A fucking fawn.
The world instantly went from spinning what-the-fuck land, to serene, as I watched it, sleeping in comfort and enjoying my body heat.
I just sort of layed there, and watched, and eventually it lifted its head and trotted off, I assume to its mother.
It was a truly amazing experience. OP's picture related!
