The Looking Glass

∞

You open your eyes to a mirror this time. There are more mirrors adorning the walls and, craning your head back, more on the ceiling.

For a moment you think the kid is there, staring you in the eyes.

But you move.

And the boy in the mirror follows.

And you finally understand why the stranger through the glass seems so familiar. Why that match struck in the first place.

Because it's not a stranger on the other side of the glass.

It's you.