LIFE IN THE MIRROR © Mike Lee In fact it was a normal day, no different from another, just a work day and he rose at six for his routine of preparation. Breakfast was the usual; coffee he’d take with him while he readied for the day. He ran hot water, dabbed his face with shave cream and looked in the mirror thinking, “Damn, you’re getting older bud; you sure ain’t seventeen no more!” He smoothed the shave cream, picked the razor up and in the mirror, someone walked behind him through the bedroom. His adrenalin shot through his body, thinking someone had broke in. He spun around and scanned the room, saw no one so he called out, “Hey, who’s there?” There was no answer so he walked the house but found it empty – nothing was amiss, all doors still locked – he looked around, “Is this for real?” he asked. ‘Did I see someone or hallucinate?’ he wondered then walked back into the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, a female walked behind him once again. He jerked around – she wasn’t there – turned back and in reflection, she was standing in the doorway. He felt fear because she was not in the room and asked, “Are you for real, a ghost, or am I dreaming? What the hell is going on?” She smiled, “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t understand!” “No” he answered, “are you real or did I make you up?” “I’m real, you’re real, but you’re not there. You’re here where I am.” “What does that mean?” he spat out and she just grinned. He glanced up at the clock now showing seven-thirty and he hadn’t even shaved yet. Something wasn’t right – he knew it – but he couldn’t finish getting ready or go off to work with some female now in his mirror but who wasn’t in his house. He stood there staring at her, and himself, and felt afraid to speak then sensed a tremor and his head swirled. His vision blurred, he grabbed the counter and put down his razor. He looked in the sink and when he raised his eyes the female was beside him, not reflected in the mirror. Then she turned and left the bathroom, called out to him the hallway, “Better hurry up or you’ll be late for work.” He stood there staring at himself, trying to make sense of everything – like who she was and where she’d come from – and he glanced up at the clock. He stared in disbelief because the numbers were reversed and both the hour and the minute hands were backwards. Then he turned to view the bedroom and it too was opposite from normal. Both the bed and dresser on the right were on the left. The window was now on the east wall, not the west one, and he thought, ‘Wait, now, what the hell? Is everything in life turned backward?’ Then he realized he was in the mirror and that everything reflected was the actual world. He wasn’t in the real world, but his was reversed and backward. ‘But how’ he thought, ‘and so, what just happened? How did this occur and why?’ He heard the woman in the kitchen and he wondered, ‘Who’s this female anyway and why’s she here?’ He couldn’t make sense of a thing then she came in the bathroom and he asked her. She responded, “Everything you’ve ever wanted has been granted, but all in reverse. What you did not have in your life, you do now have but in reflection: everything from money, fame, to love. You have it all and all it cost was transformation from the positive to negative. The world you left to gain it all is there inside the mirror. You released it to obtain what you’d not had. It won’t be easy – you’ll get used to it – but this is where you’ll spend your life, in a reflection of the world you knew.” He stared and tried to grasp what she had said as she continued, “Oh, and after you get home tonight we will make love like you have never known!” He thought, ‘Hell yeah! I can adjust . . .’
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 02:34:47 +0000
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