To Me From My Shadow Self

This is a letter written to me from my shadow self. To learn more about your shadow self, read Susan Wooldridge's book Poemcrazy.

Dear Andria,

Hi! It's me again! Sorry I haven't been around for awhile. After you read Almost French, I took off to Paris for a couple of weeks. I wore a beret and dressed in haute couture and drank cafe au laits while sitting in a little outdoor cafe that sits on the Seine. I did a lot of people watching, a lot of writing, and a lot of just sitting and listening. Oh, and every morning I had flakey croissants and chocolat chaud brought to my room at the little hotel where I stayed. Hmm, maybe I shouldn'thave told you that. I heard that you were on a diet; how's that going for you?

After Paris, I went up to Port Townsend and rented a cottage on the beach. I walked the water's edge every dawn in my bare feet and wore a bright red dress that swirled around my ankles. When I finished my morning walk, I would hide all day, working on that novel that you started last year. Too bad you were to busy taking care of your kids and trying to finish unpacking before you went back to work; it would have been nice if you could have gotten away to spend some time with me. Maybe next summer.

I think we should get together sometime soon. Give me a call when you have a free moment, okay?

Love,

Your Shadow Self