The Fading Shadow

I loved my shadow when I was a child. An only child I was often lonely but my friend the shadow was always there keeping me company. I would laugh when the sun was just rising and my shadow was bigger than me, marching before me leading the way. Other times when the sun was high in the sky I could barely see him, but I knew he was there.
But that was then. Now I have no shadow because I never leave my bed. People tell me I’m fading away to a shadow. That makes me feel really happy.