Sometimes, the shadows hold wonders that entice the imagination.  Sometimes, these wonders are best left to themselves.
 

     Moira Hatfield twisted a shadow for the first time while watching television on her night off.  She enjoyed working nights.  Daylight offered so little for her imagination.  Even as a child she never used the pink nightlight her parents gave her.  Instead she preferred to let the subtle light of the stars and moon filter through her windows.

    Moira pressed the mute on the remote and looked again at the corner of the table.  No she wasn’t imagining it.  The shadow actually lifted off the wood.  Now that was cool, just the sort of thing her mother would warn her about.

    “Okay,” she said.  “Let’s see if you can do anything else.  How about a little twist?”  The black fragment of nothing turned as she concentrated.  Moira felt a rush of excitement.  How long had she been reading about the shadow plane?  Wow!  She raced to the bookshelf to see if anything there could offer an explanation.  

    Moira spent the rest of the night alternately perusing for answers and trying to lift more shadows.  By the time her roommate, Jill, got up she could cause a shadow to turn or lift at will but nothing more.  Unfortunately no one seemed to have written a guide about how to control shadows, so she resolved to hit the library after class.