Charlie is still sick and we decided it’s best not to go into his dream while he is. Justin woke up an hour ago or so. And Joy, still wide awake, is spending time in our home.

Suzy and I are sitting on the porch, while Joy is standing on the stairs, trying to talk to her shadow.

“Jump!” she tells her shadow.

The shadow does not jump.

It is a strange shadow. I’ve never seen anything like it in the waking world. It seems to have a life of its own, and yet we’re not sure if it is just a shadow or something with a mind of its own.

The shadow doesn’t move. It stands there, like Joy.

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