Herbie has a dream

As he lies passed out in deep, still, sleep beneath my chair, Herbie begins high pitched whuffing. I watch the story unfold as his eyebrows quake, his nose twitches uncontrollably, and his body faintly trembles with the inner storm blowing through his mind. When the tumult of squeaky barks ceases, I see the head clouds clearing and he is free to sleep peacefully as under sunny skies.