About shadow (I)
The time I realized my shadow against the wall became impossibly long was midnight after I had the third cup of coffee. It stayed quiet like all the ordinary shadows for a while then as I expected, it started to talk. From its shape and movements, I know for sure it is not mine. Or at least, it is not from me of this world.
Shadow: How is your sugar?
Me: Sweet, why?
Shadow: Isn’t that new?
Me: Yes. I just got it this afternoon, only 1 dollar, it is on sale.
Shadow: Can I have some?
Me: Sure. Let me get the teaspoon.
Shadow: Actually, can I have a whole pack? I need on sale raw sugar. It does me extra good. Like apples for you.
Me: ……..
The shadow started to extend its long arms, all the way through the wall and reached kitchen. It opened the cabinet with perfect familiarity and started to pour the sugar into its mouth.
