A shadow has been following me around. It’s not mine. My shadow is- well- me shaped. This shadow isn’t mine.
I think it must be lost. I tried to find where it came from, but had no luck. It must have wandered off.
Now it just follows me around. I let it because I feel kind of sorry for it.
All it’s ever done is follow someone around and now that it has lost that someone it doesn’t know what to do with itself. If I didn’t let it follow me it would probably feel very lost indeed.
I wonder if it’s scared.
I would be. If I’d lost the one person in the world that I was supposed to follow. I would feel very lost and quite scared.
So I don’t make a big fuss about the fact that the shadow isn’t mine. I’ve sort of adopted it. I don’t ever point out how it doesn’t look like me. I think the shadow believes I haven’t even noticed that it’s different. It believes I really do think it is my shadow.
I hope it does anyway. That must make it feel very happy indeed. Like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.
I think I would like to feel that way.