A Million Reflections

Copyright (c) 2015 InfiniteZeros A MILLION REFLECTIONS

Ever so often there was a light crunching sound from underneath me. The small pieces were left in a debris form behind me. A gust of wind slightly lifted my hat. A simple reflex from my arm got it before it flew off completely.

I stopped, placing my hat back on. For some reason, I had turned my face towards the window of a shop on my left. My arms were stuck in a position where it was still raised, holding the rim of my hat. Slowly my arms returned to my side, yet my stare was frozen.

I was just standing there, looking at my reflection. It was as if there was some force holding my gaze. The supposed force disappeared when I blinked. I turned to face away from the shop's window. I stood there, unsure what had just happened.

Unsurely, but slowly my feet moved forward once again at a steady pace. A man bumped into my shoulder, never stopping to apologize. I turned around ready to yell at him, but there was no man anymore.

Just my reflection in a mirror.

What on earth?

Making a full 'round, I only saw myself. I involuntarily shivered, walking briskly forward, hoping to escape this insanity.

My mind has to be playing tricks on me.

I kept going forward, my hands shoved in my pant's pockets. My reflection kept up with me, whether in front of me, behind me, or by my side, it was there. I kept glancing to my sides, myself was glaring back.

I was suddenly pushed back, falling onto my backside. My breath was escaping my mouth in swirling intervals. I slowly picked myself up, all around, my reflections mimicked the action. Placing my hands in front of me, I took a baby step forward.

I took another one, and another, until my hands laid flat on a mirror in front of me; the same mirror that knocked the wind out of me. All around me were mirrors, my reflection staring back.

I was in a box, and I'm feeling around like a mime. Except I was actually in a box. My reflection enclosed itself around me. I laid down in a fetal position, my breath still coming out in a swirling motion. Sucking in air, I screamed.

Yet nothing happens, because I am stuck in a box of insanity with a million reflections there to observe me.