Broken Boulder dream for me anything, but dream it in color

Ali brushed alongside his sister now, letting their fur intermingle and nudging her cheek softly with his nose. Her question was met with a slight pause. She's-- I don't think she really understood he was gone at first, but now she does... she tries to hide it, but I can see it.
He was silent for a few beats, but it only took that long for the pair to stumble into something distracting. Though it wasn't a conscious thought, he was relieved; a patch of wildflowers spread out across the ground near the border. Immediately the boy moved to mark said border, but his eyes never left the section of flowers. They were beautiful, though still early. After a second, he took a couple steps forward and flopped himself down face-first into the flowers. He stayed in the position he fell in, doing his best potato impression and failing miserably because he couldn't stop the furious wagging of his tail.