As he sat alone in his bathtub, Melvin was overcome with a profound yet mysterious sense of dread. His life seemed fine, and yet a nagging doubt hovered over him, like… a vaporous object of some sort.
Head in the Cloud
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That expression! I’ve never seen anyone manifest sad worry so well.
Pugs need hugs.
Poor Melvin! And to make things worse, it’s snowing in his bath water!
It’s been a week since I woke up thinking everything is going to be alright, and I haven’t changed my mind. Even poor Melvin here will find his situation improving.
Melvin needs some anxiety meds, poor guy.
I know how he feels..
Maybe it’s just a fluffy halo?
I think it’s a thought bubble, but alas, he has not a thought in his head.