I sit here in the corner of the room, watching the sunlight filter through the curtains. It casts a warm glow on the floor, but no amount of light can chase away the shadows that linger in my heart.
I am gray, one of the three cats in our little family. Black and Wenda are my companions, but sometimes even their playful antics can't lift my spirits. I am the embodiment of sadness, a constant shadow that follows me wherever I go.
I watch as Black and Wenda chase each other around the room, their laughter filling the air. They are carefree and full of life, but I can't seem to shake this feeling of melancholy that clings to me like a second skin.
I wonder sometimes if they notice, if they see the heaviness in my eyes or the way I lag behind when we play. But they never say anything, never ask why I am always so quiet. They accept me as I am, even if I can't find it in myself to do the same.
I try to be grateful for the small joys in life - a warm sunbeam to curl up in, a gentle pat on the head from our human. But the darkness always creeps back in, whispering cruel thoughts in my ear.
I wish I could be more like Black and Wenda, carefree and full of light. But I am gray, and I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. It is a burden I must bear alone, a burden that grows heavier with each passing day.
So I sit here in the corner, watching the world go by. I may never be as happy as Black and Wenda, but I will always be here, a silent companion in the shadows.