My life in the Mirror is the real one. I think. I peer at myself and everything behind me. Uncertain, I turn. I see everything except me. I feel lost. Where am I? I'm being swallowed by the water, sinking so far down, choking on my own vanity...
There I am. I am not drowning. I am free.
The fingers clutching the Mirror suggest I am anything but. I try not to look down, I hate to see it crawling, sneaking up my left leg. Instead I look at my feet, crouched above the water. I know it’s abnormal to stand on water, I ought to be sinking.
My eyes catch my reflection and I pause at the terror within them. One day the water won’t hold me. And I won’t have the strength to break free because I’m perfectly captured by the Mirror.
I’ve already drowned.
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