Suddenly, a blur of pink cloth and fluff interrupted the horrible thoughts flurrying around my skull. She came crashing through the mirror, landing sprawled on my bathroom floor. She sat up quickly and gasped, evidently surprised. "What's wrong?" I asked, in a hurry to help her and get on with the anxiety-banishing. "It's so... Different," she said with a horribly concealed frown. And that's bad?" "Well, it's certainly not a color I would choose to paint a bathroom." "Well what would you suggest?" "Maybe a lighter champagne-y color to open up the room." "A bathroom is not a room that needs to be opened up! Anyway, do you notice anything else significantly different?" "Well, unless it's at the repair shop, your toilet flushing robot is missing." "MY WHAT?!" "I'm joking, there's no such thing in our world either. Before we do anything else, I've been dying to know your name." "My name is Melanie." "Nice to meet you Melanie, I'm Lacey." I cautiously hold my hand out and gingerly shake her hand, as if shaking too hard would make her angry and she would use some futuristic power to explode my head... Or something.
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AventurăWhat if behind your mirror, there was another world? A world completely identical to the one you live in, with just a few changes? What if one day, you reached through your mirror and felt another person mirroring your movements, an identical image...
