Doing a daily writing/drawing prompt challenge with a friend. Day Three: "mirror"
The reflection is blurry, softer, cleaner. The lighting is dim, inside that other bathroom, the walls don't need new paint and the cracked tile floor is invisible. Perhaps it isn't cracked at all in there. Perhaps you just float, no need for feet or floors. You are always there, inside the glass, staring out into … Continue reading Stop staring at me