Shadow Hugs

Troy and I were up early today, taking a walk. As the sun came over the trees behind us, it turned us into long, thin dark shadows on the concrete. Without touching Troy, I wrapped my arms around myself, and it looked like my shadow was hugging his. I told him that I was giving him a shadow hug, and he started to run from me. I stretched my arms out and gave chase, my shadow’s long arms reaching for his retreating shadow, trying to hug him while he giggled and ran away. Every time our shadows would intersect, mine would wrap its arms around his and squeeze. He claims he couldn’t feel it, but I know he could.