365 Days (Part 1) | ✓

27. Shadow

28. Shadow: Imagine you are someone's shadow for a day.

I woke up with a scream.

Or I tried to anyway. I? Was I an I anymore? What was I? I was under someone, but not like I was being crushed, but like I was simply put away. I was a part of this person, yet I was not this person.

I. Did I even exist? Could I be counted as someone? Or was I a separate entity entirely? Who was I?

There was movement, movement of this person, and I moved, ever so suddenly, shifting away from the light like I was leaning back from it or in it. Or was I the light? No, I was not, I was part of the dark but was I not the dark; neither was I completely separate from the light. I was the representation of the dark in the light. I was a mix.

I? Again the doubt as to the meaning of that word.

Another movement. The light stretched me out, making the darkness in me thin. I was longer now. The more the light, the longer I was, but I was dark.

Who was I? Was I an I?

The person lurched, and so did I, turning into the shadows of the messy bedroom again, leaping over piles of clothes and books and old pizza boxes, contorting as I laid over them. I was welcome here. I blended here.

Walking, jolting, half-asleep walking. I was dragged along.

How was I attached? Ah, it was their own representation of darkness. I was the symbol.

Light again, pulling me out. I grabbed onto it. Held. Reached. Kissed.

Step. Step. Step.

I get it. I.

Jolt. Crawl over the floor with the person.

I was a shadow. I am gone.