Shadow Space

You brushed your breathing shadow with sleeping mist you sprayed on your pillows hoping, for moments gone grey and still, that the shadow would slumber for you as you pass. But the sleeping spray, I hate to tell, was a placebo a sugar pill of sorts as they say and while your insomnia cradled your mind like a bowl full of sentenced fermentation your heart told you just to breathe deep Breathe the mist, and you'd sleep with the tolerance of herb induced peace never quite reached in the deepest midnight hour. Your shadow knows the mist doesn't work It won't unwind, it'll go bizerk and follow you in each step that you make like company shoes to bowl in. Always a size too big, or too small - and never in tune with your sense of style. It will do this as you pace the floor at 3am, It will follow you to work and look abnormally big in the noon day sun - just to make you think twice about it's good motives. So - Here's what I say to you - Make peace with your shadow. Invite it to tea and key lime cookies. Settle your breath as you have a good talk about boundaries, and how you could use a little space Maybe you could ask it to take a day or two off - just rainy days of course where it wouldn't be ultra missed. I think your shadow would acquiesce to these terms with relative ease and then two things would happen: 1 - Your shadow would stop having something to prove. You would be acknowledging it's invaluable worth by the tea and cookies (after all - how many shadows do you know that get an invitation like that...) ~and~ 2 - You could stop paying good money for sleeping spray. (I have a feeling that the reason you can't sleep has to do with your very unhealthy shadow/person relationship.) And, so in closing, I say: Free your shadow, Gain your sleep , and, most importantly - Save me some cookies...