Dear Piece of Masking Tape on my bedroom ceiling,
Please stop casting a spooky shadow that upon groggily waking, appears not to be tape, but really a centipede stalking me while I sleep. If you must cast shadows, choose a shape less vulgar: like a nice stick of spearmint gum or perhaps a pair of wool socks.
My nerves would much appreciate it.
Your anxious and Easily Fooled Inhabitant,