Shadow Commander

A brass desk lamp cast a bright circle of light across the study wall. I marched right onto the oak tabletop and stepped squarely into the beam. Instantly, a colossal shadow wasp stretched across the plaster! Two magnificent antennae reached nearly to the ceiling molding. I froze, wide eyes locked on target. I lifted my left star hand—the shadow mirrored the salute without delay. Then I raised both arms high and gave a brisk, rhythmic flutter. Tremendous theater! My silhouette danced in razor-sharp contrast against the paint. I centered my little crown with a quick tap, standing tall under the commanding projection.