Oh boy, I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night.
In my dream I was on a holiday with my humans.
I ran on the beach and played in the ocean surf. I felt good. I felt free.
I saw this bird and ran to it, but it flew up.
Then I saw another bird further down the beach and ran after that one. But it got away too.
Then the next, and the next. I ran and I ran. I just had to keep running.
But they were all too fast. The noise of the surf seemed to get louder all the time.
Then all of a sudden I stopped and looked for my humans.
But I didn't see them anymore. There were no humans left on the beach.
I was just me and the birds. I was tired. Then the rain started falling down. Big drops.
And I realised I couldn't stop the rain and couldn't catch the birds and couldn't see my humans.
That's how I woke up, shaking.
I went to my humans' bedroom door and scratched it.
They came out and sat with me for a while. I got a cookie. Then we all went back to sleep.

At least I think that's how it went. I'm not sure.
Maybe the whole story was a dream, maybe just the first part.
But I did find fresh cookie crumbs in my basket this morning...