I was of young age when i started staring at the fancy mirror in my bedroom, all i remember is getting out of bed and just standing there staring at what was called a reflection ,my reflection .I remember feeling cold ,now that i write this down i distinctively remember the window open , moonlight illuminated one side of my face as i kept staring at my own image .
In a child's mind , especially mine creativity seemed to get hold of me anytime of the day , trying to make sense of life at that age was a bit challenging , trying to make sense of a reflection was much easier ,my own theory being that another person was staring back at me from another place ,to challenge my theory i used to spend nights like this just staring at the mirror waiting for my twin-like freind to make a mistake. As i moved my arms slowly up, much faster down ,I couldnt seem to find any mistakes . feeling silly i'd usually go back to bed.
I remember in the begining of summer vacation i waking up at night extremely impatient, i knew the image in the mirror wasnt mine somehow the concept of reflections didnt make sense . after my routine of hand gestures infront of the mirrror i realised that it wasnt going to give up, at one instance i thought i came close to capturing it. opening and closing my eyes i thought i almost caught it smiling , but like i said my imagination runs wild .It was on that that night my patience had come to an end . i came closer to the mirror and whispered "you can come out now dont be afraid " ,after a long pause nothing changed ,I Reached out my hand and placed it on the mirror " i know your real ", retrieving my hand slowly i thought of the multiple possibilities ,anytime now it can grab my hand or it can wink or stutter ,but i was disappointed as it didnt reply ,I went to sleep thinking if life was as dull as it seemed , a place where my imagination ran wild but it was tamed , some force kept it in check , over thinking these thoughts my eyelids slowly got heavier
And i slept.
Not sure if it was the wide open window that caused the breezing wind or the morning sunshine that glared on my face that woke me up early that morning , but i woke up with a headache and a vauge memory of the hours before i went to sleep ,I stepped forward to the mirror to comb my hair ,but i couldnt move my muscles,it seemed tesnse as if chains where restraining my body, it took me a while to absorb the information my eyes had received as i saw nothing in the mirror not even my own reflection , my body seemed to move slowly as i placed my hands on the mirror searching for my reflection but i didn't find one ,shocked i took steps back and heard a voice calmly whisper into my ears.
"Im here".
