A Moving Shadow

A quiet hush filled the dim room. I opened my gaze and noticed a dark silhouette cast against the wooden board behind me. Curious, I tilted slightly to the side. The silhouette followed. I lifted one arm, and the shape mirrored each deliberate motion. Moving forward an inch, I reached down and lightly pressed against the smooth edge of the bed frame, feeling the firm wood beneath. The quiet corner held its breath, and for the first time, I understood that I was the one moving.