The water was streaming out of the shower head, and the light hit my body just right to cast a shadow on the wall.
It was one of those everything showers - so I probably looked like a little raccoon who had fallen over in the bayou. Did you know that they love to hang out in the bayou, waiting for tour boats to come idling by with treats? They wash their hands before they eat too…the older I get the more I realize what I don’t know.
No matter the imperfections or the smears of day-old mascara on my body, my shadow stood tall next to me. Quietly moving in sync with my shifts and gestures. Always at my side, behind me, and sometimes leading the way. How many times does she move with me throughout the day without me noticing?
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