Its my first thought in the morning. Every morning. I wake up. I eat. I walk. I roar. Everyday. Then I go to sleep.
You’d think that’d be enough for me. You’d think I’d be fulfilled by living my life the way all members of my species do. Simple.
But quite honestly I’m not happy. I’m not satisfied more like. I feel alone in my thoughts. I could try to communicate this to my family but they can’t distinguish any of their emotions that aren’t connected to their stomachs so how could I expect them to understand mine?
It’s just lately, the leaves aren’t as tasty. My walk is becoming slow, my sleep restless. I can’t even will myself to get excited about the inevitable squabbles between the carnivores.
It just seems like there must be something more. Do I have nothing to look forward to? My mother tells me theres parenthood, but I can’t see anything fun or romantic about the duty of populating the planet.
I just know theres something coming. Something big. I can feel it. But to be honest, I don’t think anything short of the world exploding would stir my species from their routine-filled slumber.