I went to the mirror to look at myself. I didn’t see my reflection.
When I was a child, I had this reoccurring nightmare that my mother was replaced with a doppelganger. It wasn’t until I was 14 that I realized she was… when I saw her staring into the mirror smiling and winking at my screaming mother.
While getting ready for work I cut my neck shaving. When I checked in the mirror to see how bad the cut was I could swear I saw my reflection smile.
As he walked through life alone he happened upon a mirror.Alas, his reflection too, had left him.
The wicked, wart-ful Witch of Winkleton cast a spell on the very vain, very self-conscious Vivian, so that every time young Vivian looked in the mirror she saw the face of a ferocious, fly-infested fox. She’d ask her friends again and again, “Does my face look like a fox?” and they always said no, so that eventually she didn’t ask and she didn’t bother looking in the mirror and so that eventually, she didn’t even worry about what she looked like anymore.
Magic words spill from my lips chanting the spell that would change my appearance for the better. My fingers reach into the mirror as it undulates, rippling waves cross my face transforming me into someone desirable when the doppelganger pulls me into its world and steals my place.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was coming from the window, then I heard it come from the mirror again.