You lie on your bed. The ceiling fan blows a silent breeze your way and the cool air makes the hairs on your unshaved legs prickle with fright. A shiver passes through you and you begin to reach for the blanket. Tilting your head, you notice a shadow forming on the wall beside you. Shoulders slumped and head down, it looks exhausted. Its tangled hair all out of place. You can almost hear its teardrops fall. It's not your shadow, so you look around the room to see if anyone else can claim it. No one else is there.