Up in the sky, floating endlessly in the clouds, a small canine boy with wings smiled as he absorbed the sun and played in the lack of gravity. Soaring ever higher, he made shapes with the clouds and pushed himself through the air with his small wings. He sang songs of everlasting happiness accompanied by 909 drums. He's risen above the noise and confusion, and he's truly living a life of joy. He has no worries, he can only reflect on fond memories and play.
The clouds began to fade and the blue sky turned to a shade of grey. The grey was textured, like it was painted. A round object with grey highlights sat in the middle of his dimly lit vision, and he began to look around. The room was near empty, almost lifeless, as if the joy had been sucked from it. He looked at his hand, only to see it covered in skin rather than fur. Sitting back up, he looked at his door. The wood grains twisted and turned in complex patterns, and he let out a small exhale. He knew he had to get up from bed, but that felt like a chore. The dream world was more friendly, colorful, vibrant, full of life, and loving. He didn't understand why he was cursed to live this reality, wondering what deity out there hates him so much as to make him live in despair. He was back in real life and had to face his reality head on to get through it.
