(Note: This blog post is written from the implied perspective of a doll, not literally claiming it has sentience)
From my perch by the window, I observe the world outside. Cars rush by, people hurry along the sidewalk, and the seasons change with predictable regularity. I am a silent observer, a passive recipient of the world’s drama.
I see the joy of children playing in the park, the quiet desperation of the homeless man on the corner, and the everyday struggles of ordinary people trying to make a living. I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the chill of the winter wind, and the gentle caress of the rain. I am not alive, not in the way they are. But I am present. I am a witness to their lives, a constant in a world of change. I am, in my own way, a companion. My world is limited to the space within these walls, but my perspective is vast. I see the world with a clarity that is perhaps only possible for someone who is not fully a part of it.