When the moon is bright enough, and it enters the bedroom through a crack in the curtains, I like to make shadow hands dance along the walls. I lay on my back staring upwards, watching dragons, turtles, and bunnies hopping among the stars. I can make my fingers long and scary too, so they stretch out over the ceiling like a reaching monster.
The best is when you have a shadow-hand partner. Then you can make whole stories together.
