Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzz.
The annoying buzzing sound broke abruptly in on Sullivan's dreams, bringing him back into a somewhat wakeful state. With a slight squinch of his face, Sullivan shook his tail in the general direction of the buzz, but the buzzing just continued. Darn fly, he thought with the grouchy bleariness of the newly awake. Darn fly, intruding on what had been a very pleasant doze. Once again, he flicked his tail around, hoping to drive away the bugs but they seemed to know they had the advantage and the buzzing only got louder.
So much for going back to sleep, he thought with an irritable shake of his head. He'd always had an extraordinary ability to sleep; he could sleep through just about anything. Anything except for biting flies, that is, and he was now wide awake. Flicking an ear at one of the offending bugs, he shot a wary look around the area. Nothing as far as the eye could see...except for a formerly placid meadow, currently overrun with flies.
Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but at the moment he wasn't feeling charitable when it came to flies. He'd been having a wonderful dream about...what had he been dreaming about, again? Once more, he frowned; thought this time, it was a contemplative frown, not an annoyed frown. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about in specific, but he knew it had been a good dream. He'd been in a very happy, peaceful state before he'd been snapped into the harsh reality of the biting flies, so he knew it had been good. But what had it been about? That was the thing that bugged him the most about his dreams, that it was so hard to remember what they'd been about.
Sighing, he decided that he'd see if he could recollect his dreams later. For now, he needed to get himself out of this swarm of bugs! After first giving himself a good shake, Sullivan started off downhill at a brisk trot. Hopefully once there was more distance between himself and the pond, there would be fewer insects. He'd never been much for knowing the ins and outs of the natural world, but he did know that much.
For Sullivan, the real world had paled in comparison to the world of his imagination, the world of his dreams. He wasn't so naive that he actually believed his dream world was a solid, existing place, but he still found his dream world to be superior in every other way. It was beautiful, it was peaceful, it was magical...it was everything that the real world seemed to lack. And there were absolutely no biting flies!