myself whisper in the dark mirror.
i did a funny little dance for my own benefit, waving my hands above my head and shaking my whole body.
“nothing special about this mirror,” i said aloud.
i reached out and touched it. the glass felt cool despite the warmth of the room. i ran my hand along the glass until i reached the frame. then i let my hand wander up and down the wood frame. it also felt smooth and cool.
it’s just a mirror, i thought, finally feeling more relaxed. just an old mirror that someone stored up here long ago and forgot about.
still holding onto the frame, i walked around to the 