![]() My reflection wasn’t in any of the mirrors at work or on any reflective surfaces. Two posts a day won’t become my new normal, but just this once it seems justified! I’m off to work.īut I feel like there’s something on that paper that I need to discover, something important. It’s a workday after all, though… I’m not sure what the precedent for skipping work after seeing your dead reflection is, but I know my boss wouldn’t like it. No matter how I turned or twisted, or adjusted the light, I couldn’t make it out.Īnd I didn’t really have time to figure it out. I recognized the handwriting as my own and moved closer, trying to get a peak at what mirror-me had written. Her dead fingers were clamped tightly on the paper. Pretty much exactly as I looked physically in real life except, my reflection was holding this scrap of paper with neat black writing on it. In the reflection, I was wearing my pajamas and my hair was still in my sleep braid. My first reaction was to run out of the house, but something about my dead reflection called to me. Let me know if you have any pertinent facts! There aren’t a lot of facts about ghosts to check against, but I didn’t think I fit the bill. I pinched my arm and the bite of my nails hurt. My mouth tasted sort of bitter and swampy… you know, like I’d skipped brushing my teeth that morning. Just to assure myself, I pressed a finger to my neck and there was a pulse. Seeing myself dead was a very surreal sort of thing and not a heartening experience.īut I felt real and alive. Pasty pale skin, limbs stiff, eyes glazed and mouth white. Did this mean that I was dead? Maybe I was a ghost and just didn’t know it yet wandering around my house, but without a physical body, I couldn’t reflect.Īnd the me lying on the floor was obviously dead. Not proud of it, but I kind of froze at that point, just staring. What I actually saw was my reflection lying dead on the floor. Maybe I should have hoped more carefully, because while I saw my reflection, it wasn’t exactly soothing. This morning, I decided to skip the toothbrushing, and I hurried out to give my dancer’s mirrors another use-giving me peace of mind. I’m sure you remember from my post last month that I had those full-length mirrors installed in the living room so I could focus on my dancing form better. ![]() I always like to see myself in the morning, pretty certain that’s normal, but somehow not being able to view my reflection made it truly desperate that I get a glimpse. No matter how I twisted or turned the angle I stood in, I couldn't catch my reflection at all. Thinking something might be wrong with the mirror, I picked up my hand mirror and focused it on my face. Even the toothbrush showed up as I lifted it up. Everything else in the mirror was reflecting correctly. I have no idea how someone would get a reflection not to reflect… if you do, maybe shoot me a DM.Īnyhow, back on point, I’m feeling a bit scattered by all this. Last month that was all the rage and I know I prank quite a few people myself. I already had toothpaste on the toothbrush and lifted it up to my mouth when I noticed I had no reflection.Īt first, I thought it might be some sort of prank. I was twiddling with the end of my hair, still contained in a sleep braid to keep my curls within reason (check out previous posts for haircare advice). This morning I woke up (nothing funny there and I don’t like to start my posts with it, but it’s the only normal thing that happened) and I went into the bathroom to get ready for the day. No, that isn’t clickbait!įor once, I am at a loss for words. ![]()
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