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What’s Wrong With Your Reflection?

“Don’t you just hate them?”

“Hate what?”

“Them. The — the shiny things. The glass things we hang in our homes.”

“Windows?”

“No. Not windows. You can’t look through them. The…. There’s an ‘r’ sound in there. It’s on the tip of my tongue…”

“Mirrors? Are you talking about mirrors?”

“Yes! Mirrors!”

“You hate mirrors? Why?”

“Because what I see in them isn’t reality.”

“…What?”

“When I look in the mirror, or a clear window, the image of myself that stares back at me is wrong. It isn’t me I’m looking at. Or — well it is me, but it’s a distorted image. At first glance, everything looks normal, but the longer I look the stranger the reflected image –“

“What? What’s wrong?”

“…”

“Are you okay? Breathe with me, okay? In and out. In… and… out. Just like that.”

“I was wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was wrong about the word. I wasn’t thinking about mirrors. Or, I was. But I wasn’t thinking about the word mirrors. The word I was thinking about was reflections. I hate reflections. Or — no. I hate my reflection.”

“You — what?”

“I hate my reflection. I hate what stares back at me when I look in the mirror.”

“You… hate yourself?”

“What? No. No I don’t hate myself. I hate my reflection.”

“But that’s…? Okay. You hate your reflection. Why?”

“The eyes. The eyes are wrong.”

“What do you mean? They’re your eyes?”

“No. Well, they are but at the same time not? They’re wrong. Every time I look in the mirror — the eyes are wrong!”

“Okay. Okay. What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“No. Not — They just — they’re just wrong.”

“Alright. How about you show me? You’ve got a mirror in your bathroom, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Let’s go see then. You can show me what you think is wrong with your reflection. Okay?”

“…”

“Here we go. Do you see anything wrong with your reflection?”

“…”

“…What’s wrong?”

“Can’t you see?”

“See what?”

“What color are my eyes?”

“Brown.”

“Look into the mirror and tell me what color you see.”

“I… Your eyes are brown. I know your eyes are brown. So why –?”

“Why are the eyes in the mirror not quite right?”

“I…Yes.”

“I told you.”

“Why? Why is — Your mouth is the wrong shape.”

“I told you.”

“How are you doing that? Your eyes — Your mouth — Why is –? How –? Alright. How are you doing this? Is it just this mirror?”

“No. It’s like this in every mirror. Every time I check my reflection, I see — this!”

“Okay. Ha, ha. Nice trick. You almost had…. me.”

“You see it too, don’t you? That shadowing thing just behind us? Except its only there in the mirror.”

“..I… Show me another mirror. No. You know what? I have a pocket mirror in my purse. We’ll use that.”

“…”

“Here. Now see? There’s nothing wrong… with….”

“I told you.”

“That’s not — You can’t — What’s that moving behind your hair?”

“Put the mirror away.”

“…I… don’t…?”

“Put it away. Put it away! Get rid of it!

Crack. 

 

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