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Time passed slowly and nightmarishly like water dripping off a window sill after a storm. I became terrified and agitated before myself in the mirror. I had put down my brush and was sitting in my chair, listening to time drip and pool inside me, yet unaware that the sound was the sound rain outside my window. I was uncomfortable, for I felt that I was looking in on a private scene, watching a very confused and vulnerable person in the mirror, as though it were a screen of frosted glass�the mouth was slightly open and the eyes unfocused and alarmed. I looked into my own startled face and I felt myself torn out of the dream as if a translucent cover had been ripped from my eyes. I and brought my fists crashing into the mirror. My hands did not bleed, but curved silver pieces fell to the floor as I saw my own eyes blinking simultaneously in each one of them. In the morning I swept up the pieces and put them in the waste basket, avoiding the staring eyes of the now-empty wall. |
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