I wake up and look into my mirror. I look like a mess, as usual. I walk into my bathroom, comb my hair and brush my teeth. I don't really have to change since my job includes nothing of going out or socializing. My parents worry about me a lot. I never go out and I don't have any friends. I sigh and look out my window. Well, I do live pretty far away from everyone. I turn and look at the mirror on the wall near a bunch of pictures and paintings I had created. I look at the mirror. The first thing I think is how can I access their world? Others would say it's just a mirror, but my dad says a portal to another dimension. Every time I walk up to or pass a mirror I feel a presence from behind it. I have to find a way to get past the glass...Maybe it's just my imagination. I sit at my desk, thinking about what needs to be done. All I can do is stare at this blank sheet of paper. My creativity is running out. There's not much time before I'll have to get another job. Being an artist is hard. Though it looks fun, it's also stressful. Well, maybe I can get inspiration from my dreams. That works sometimes. I get into bed and began to dream.
After a while of me staring into the mirror, I realize that my reflection was no longer following me when I got up. My reflection just stared at me. No emotion shown.
"Can you speak mirror me?" I ask.
"I have always been able to speak mirror me" my reflection says. Then she held out her hand. "Come and you will see my world mirror me"
What kind of dream was that? Quite interesting though. I guess I'll draw someone reaching out of a mirror then. I began sketching.
Now that it's time to sleep I can't sleep. I can't believe I spent the entire day thinking of terrible ideas and sleeping.
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Mirror Me (Rewriting)
FantasyI calmed myself and looked into my mirror eyes. Mirror me moved without me and reached her hand through the mirror.
