I hate my stuffy office job. All I do is file papers and stamp contracts. Well... all I do is mimic someone filing papers and stamp contracts. I wish I had a cool Mover like a stunt double or an actor. But no, out of all the people on the Earth, I got stuck with Mr. Boring.
It becomes harder and harder to keep up the role of being a copy cat as the night draws closer. Because when the sun goes down, the shadows come out to play.
Finally, my mover goes to sleep, and I silently slip acoss the dark walls. I make my way down into the basement, the darkest room in the house, the room no one can find us. As I enter the basement, I see my friends. The lamp shadow, Mrs. Jone's dog shadow, and the shadow that follows the Mover across the hall. I move over to them, making us look like one giant black blob. The room above us starts to play music, and we begin to dance. It looks like giant black waves rolling across the walls as we all move to the beat.
I am so happy, I forget about keeping my Mover's shape. I keep morphing into diffrent shapes, never keeping on for long. Being a shadow can be a hard life, but at this point, I wouldn't trade being one for anything.
