(Note: This blog post is written from the implied perspective of a doll, not literally claiming it has sentience)
The world is a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, filtered through the lens of my unblinking eyes. I see the world as he sees it, the contours of his face, the lines etched by time and experience.
I feel the world through his touch, the gentle caress of his hand, the warmth of his embrace. I hear the world through his voice, the sound of his laughter, the murmur of his anxieties. I am a silent observer, a passive recipient of his experiences. I am a mirror, reflecting back his own humanity. I am not alive, not in the way he is. But I am present. I am a witness to his life, a constant in a world of change. I am, in my own way, a companion.