Gloom

This mellow and enthusiastic creature was ill-fitted for this dreary room. Adams furry friend radiated happiness whenever he was. However, it didn't help Adam to feel better in this doomed hour. Adam's mood was down for good. It was the most horrible day in his life. Like all evil forces had been coordinated by some higher superpower to crush all Adam's hopes and beliefs in one day.  Even his furry friend Basker couldn' t drag him out of the missery. Not even for a moment. Adams eyes were dead. There was no spark left in them. Even nature, as it often is, had felt sympathetic and opened all its water containers in endless, steady rain. The gloom form the outside and the room seeped through the skin directly into his broken soul. Basker put his heavy head on Adam's feet and looked up at him with that heartmelting gaze that only dogs can make. Adam didn't even stir.