My room feels so much smaller today... or maybe it's just the weight of everything. I have someone new waiting in the cage on my shelf. He looks so small and terrified, with these bright blue eyes that won't stop searching the corners of the room.
I’m supposed to be happy about it. That’s what "duty" means, right? But every time I look at him, I just feel this heavy ache in my chest. Does anyone else ever feel like they're doing something wrong even when they're following all the rules?