I'm Not the Only One
It was raining harder than I had ever seen. I watched the heavy drops fall from the inside of my little cave. It was a reflection of my mood: sad, depressed and lonely. The raging storm out side seemed to call to my soul. It isn't easy to be the only one of my kind.
My pink fur drooped and my blue eyes seemed dead to the world. I never grew bored of watching over the forest I called my home. I never looked into myself to find what was calling out to me. ?You're not the only one,? it seemed to say.
Of course I was alone. I never had reason to believe otherwise. That was what I thought until I saw a solitary pink feline fly across the sky, just barely visible because of the rain. She probably has the same thoughts as me.
I was curious to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me which they never did but this was just too absurd. ?I'm the only Mew. There can't be another, but what if that is another.?
I now know that there is another mew besides me. That is probably one of the most gratifying feelings ever. Meeting in a storm and knowing that you aren't alone and that someone out there is sharing your pain. Many people believe me to be genderless but I am female and so is my new found partner. A Mew couple is definitely absurd but there are bound to be many things as absurd to come.