The street light shines through my window and there is the shadow man folded against my wall. He comes quite often, usually when I'm alone. With the motion of his finger he urges for me to come play his game. He grabs his pack and lights a cigarette. He turns up loud music and dances wild dances and drinks from a bottle of liquor which makes a long shadow on the wall. Dad doesn't live here anymore, so this party may last for a while. The handle turns and the shadow man slides along the door as it opens. Grasping the bottle behind my back I smile, "Night Mum."