Last night: I woke up in my hostel bed (top bunk) in Barcelona in the middle of the night. A large Samoan man—no shirt, huge belly, lots of tats—was standing right next to my bed, looking at me. There wasn’t much of an expression on his face, but I freaked. I hissed my brother’s name, hoping he would wake up in the bunk beneath mine. He said, yeah? I told him to stand up and asked if there was someone there.
It was my shadow.