I look at myself at the mirror, getting fascinated about my features.
Heh.
What a narcissist.What I like the most is my eyes.
A window through myself within. Almond shaped; brown and alluring to look at. Gah, I really love myself for being this wonderful.As I gaze upon my eyes in the mirror, I somewhat felt being sucked by something; and my blood suddenly went rushing through my body.
I came back to where I am; my room.I, once again look into the mirror for final touches before leaving my house.
"Starting from my hair, check."
"My eyes... Hmmm my eyes are..."
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"Woah!"I just entered some kind of dimension that leads to other versions of me. I just walk on the road, you can imagine it as a bridge then everything else on my surroundings in is space. Limitless vortex's that I can see myself on a third person view. My guess is, it is me on the alternate universe.
"My perfect self...."
"Can I still say that after seeing that I'm the shitiest person on that world?"
"Although, at some world, I'm better; even better from myself that I know."
I just kept on thinking things while walking.
Then suddenly I just fall. It was the end of the bridge, I didn't know there's an end. I'm back on my room, lying on the floor beside the mirror.
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Prison Within
RandomSeries of short stories that just eventually pop out of my mind.