Shadow cake

Yes, I’m missing my people. They were good and happy.

Whenever they came to the home, the very first thing they do was turning me on. I was happy. But they’re gone. Yes, they moved to the new house. Whether they’re gonna miss me or not I don’t know. But I miss them. And I hated this new fella, heard he is doing his degree in the philosophy. He used to come around 9'o clock and I don’t know what he will do all that time. Throughout the day, I’ll do nothing. Even after he came, I’ll do the same thing. Because he never turns me on. I thought he was a poor guy, not enough to pay bills.

But today, I woke up around 3:30 and saw him.

Shit!! Who will stare at the windows at 3:30a.m? He was doing that, sitting in the bed and starring at the windows. Even I afraid of ghosts, why he can’t? May be he was a ghost, I thought for a second. But his body didn’t moved a bit. His face reaction revealed that he was not in fear but thinking about something.

Out of curiosity I asked about him to his shadow, she explained about him with an example. She started with a situation “Imagine it’s your Birthday. New dress, Birthday crown and a Beautiful cake. People are singing Happy birthday song, You’re happy, right? (I nodded) What if someone came and squeezed the cake infront of everyone. How will you feel?”

Before I even replying she continued, “What if that someone is your favorite person?”

I took my breathe.

She answered “He is that Birthday boy. But it’s not about Birthday and a cake.” And asked “Are you getting it?”

I said, “Fair enough”