The mirror

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I was waiting inline to catch the last bus home when it started to snow, beautiful white specks of winter clocked my custard coloured jacket, I had just finished my last class of the week, I was hoping to get a head start at dinner, but by the looks of it I might have to settle for microwaveable  pizza. The rattling of the bus approaching crushing my train of thought, seeing the rest of the art students climb on giggling to their friends made me realise I should start meeting people, mum always used to tell me I should go out and explore and with the people who matter the most, but it just ended up being me on this wild trip to Greece to start my art program. By the time I had stopped day dreaming the bus was gone, and with it the giggles and screams, finally, peace and quite, I tightened my grip on my jumper and pulled the zipper as far as it would go, I lived on the other side of the city so it would be better to catch a cab. I walked the short distance into the city, admiring the stacks of Bricks people painted an array of colours and called it home, it was the Fifth day of winter so many plants still remained green, vines creeped on balconies and intertwined in Windows and ladders, what a beautiful sight, I was so interested in the buildings that I almost tripped on someone's doormat, I peered into the frosted glass of the furniture shop to see it was still open, I pulled the door and a faint dingling of bells greeted me, the shop was warm and smelt like the spices of India, I surveyed my surroundings, grazing my hands on a beautiful Indian couch that I would never be able to afford in my life time, abeautiful old lady stampered up to me almost a head shorter "hello there youngling" her voice sounded old and dusty but yet homely like she was ready to read me a book about the adventures of Aladdin and make me a hot cup of tea, "hi I was just looking around your gorgeous shop" I replied, "thank you! Most of these treasures I found in my adventures around the world, what can I say I'm a collector" the old woman laughed to herself, I could sense the feeling she was remembering those adventures wishing she could relive them, "do you mind if I take a look around?" This shop is stunning I thought to myself, maybe I could afford something here "not at all! Take as much time as you need my love, in the mean time would you like some tea? Earl grey, green?"
"Russian caravan If you have it please" I gave her my warmest smile and she returned it, awfully eagerly aswell, while she wandered to the kitchen I continued my route around the shop, at one point I heard her yell out that she does in fact have Russian caravan. Testing out the couches and beds and observing little trinkets, I came across a gorgeous mirror, a classic oval shape, painted gold with vines intertwining over the mirror, I swear I could almost see them move, the mirror seemed to be around 130cm long, but the price was dear, $3000, I barely had enough for dinner and rent. Behind me a heard the old lady's tiny patting of her feet on the oak flooring, the aroma reminded me of home, when my mum always used to make me and my sister tea after a long day at school, when she reached me she ushered me to sit down on one of the Aztec patterned couches, she set down the tea on a silver table infront of me and she took the seat beside me, " I see you were admiring the golden mirror of gods and goddesses" she gave me a slight wink giving the hint I should buy it, " it's lovely but the price is to dear for me, and why do they call it the mirror of gods and goddesses?"
"Firstly pardon my rudeness for not introducing myself, my names Gaia!"
"Oh no it's okay! My names saffron"
" well I'll continue about the mirror, long ago in the time of the gods this mirror was forged in the heavens, it was a portal for gods and goddess to use to see each other in secret, but apparently it's used for trade with the devil himself, but that's only a folk tale my love, I've been meaning to clear out some of the stuff that won't sell, so please take the mirror as a gift for you good company on this cold night"
The woman smiled the gracious of smiles
" are you sure? It's seems a waste giving it to me!"
" not at all dear! I can feel it calling out to you, like it's been searching for you" she wisped herself up and picked up the mirror with ease, she didn't seem to be straining at all, I could never lift that mirror.
She wrote me off a receipt and told me it would be delivered tomorrow morning.
"Thank you so much! I'll definitely be coming to visit you soon, you make the best cups of tea around!"
" no, thank you, no one like you has strolled into my shop and made me feel the way I did tonight"
We both said out fair wells and I embarked on my journey home.
I could still hear the bells in my head as a woke up the next day, very faint but they were there.
I opened a new box of special K and fed my Persian cat "zooella", she had been nagging me all morning for her canned fish, I can't believe animals like stuff like that, once I finished my already soggy breakfast, I jumped into the bathroom, peeling off my pyjamas and grabbing a fresh towel and plugged my iPod into my shower speakers and shuffled past every song until I got to the perfect one.
I hopped into the already warm water and scrubbed every inch of my body until I felt entirely sure I was clean, wrapping myself in my turquoise Egyptian towel my mum got me last Christmas on her trip to Egypt, I skipped to my room and tossed on the usual black skinny jeans, white lose button up shirt and ankle high boots to complete my outfit. I brushed the endless knots out of my long blonde hair until i was happy with my efforts, I barley use makeup because I feel no need to cake my face up so I just apply a coat or two of mascara and some lip balm, I grab my handbag on the way out a give zooella some attention before I leave her for a day of work, I remember to leave a key under the mat for the people who will be delivering the mirror today, i almost forget that it's -23 degrees outside so I chuck on my custard jacket and made my way out towards the snow covered streets.

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