There’s a long, cool figure standing in front of me, she’s shaped a little like me, but the early morning sun, like a distorted mirror, stretches her length…I raise a hand and wiggle my fingers; she wiggles her foot-long fingers back at me. A sad, lonely feeling rises within me, she seems a long way away and I can’t reach her. I want to draw my shadow closer, bundle her up and keep her warm.