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Melanie

Monday mornings. Nothing good ever happens on a Monday morning. Somehow, this morning felt... Different. Unexplainably different. It felt tingly and interesting, not just dull and foggy like usual Monday mornings do. This Monday morning was special. Walking up to the mirror, I slipped on a t-shirt for the day and pulled on some jeans. I simply brushed my hair, there's not really any hairstyles I knew how to accomplish this early in the morning anyway. I brushed a lingering hair off of my mirror's surface, but the mirror felt as different as this Monday morning. It felt warm and fleshy. I reached forward, startled, and felt a perfectly manicured set of nails and a soft skinned hand. Flat out scared now, I jumped back and stared for a full minute, but eventually my curiosity got the best of me. This time, I decided to put my phone in and take a picture, so I could actually see what was on the other side without endangering myself, because quite frankly, I am very fond of my head. As I pushed my phone through the curiously cold and tingly wall of glass I noticed another phone emerging from the other side, this one an iPhone with a pink "the worst decisions make the best stories" case. At first, I thought this was my hand, but quickly realized I have an Android without a phone case. Also, I don't paint my nails and this hand had an impeccably tailored colorful nail job. I quickly took the picture and pulled my phone back, as the mysterious girly hand mirrored my actions. I decided to shove a paper with "who are you?" written on it through the mirror. I simultaneously received a paper with the same thing written on it with a slight variation of my handwriting. I replied, they replied, I replied, we went back and forth until we finally came to a conclusion.