Look At The Shadow

Look At The Shadow

(Headphones up!)

That night the shadow could hardly get any sleep. “If my human doesn’t love me, who will? Who would ever love such an ugly ass bitch of a shadow?” Shadow tears formed on the sheets. Free of its solid form until morning, it got up and paced around the bedroom. It couldn’t change the way light hit its human — it had no control over its contours, so what could it do? Resigning to the idea that it was stuck in its ugly fate, but refusing to accept that it needed to stick to a woman who made it feel so bad about itself, the shadow packed its shadow bags and hit the road, growing fainter and fainter. “I don’t need this. I’m a perfectly fine shadow, no matter what I look like.” But the shadow didn’t understand that it needed its human. Of course, a shadow is only a shadow when the form to which it is attached blocks the light. As it hit the front door, reaching for the doorknob, it disappeared into the sun. “NOOOooooooo,” the shadow cried, realizing its error. It’s someplace better now, we hope. Though who knows. (Via UniqueDaily.)

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