I startle myself with my own shadow often enough to call it all the time, continually confused by the different directions my shadow can come from depending on where the light around me is. I walk to and from most places, and Seattle is so dark, and everywhere I go I can feel someone behind me...except when I turn around, heart in my throat, it's just me sneaking up on myself again.
On Friday night I walked with my umbrella in a drizzle, jumping at each shift in the bushes. About to cross the street, I turned to look for cars, and discovered two joggers only a couple of feet behind me. Most of the time, my imagination weighs heavier than whatever is actually around.
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