CXXXII. Canine Ways.

Rowie opened his eyelids, and his retinas got rewarded by soft and dazzling sunlight rays coming from the vast layer of light blue above him, where no swirl of clouds was up to be seen. He rolled on his back, took a big yawn, and got up. Vanilla would always wake him up when he fell asleep down on his back by pocking his tongue, but this time there was no external force to wake him up. 

He stretched his front paws and raised his back paws, taking another big yawn worthy of the sweetest and most profound nap. Looking around, there was no one to be seen around. Only a big set of plains of hills of green grass, oak trees, and berry bushes stood around, with some butterflies playing here and there.