The Man in the Mirror
By: Madeline Reid
The chilly air blowing in through the open window wakes me, brushing my hair into my face and wetting my skin with the morning dew. Letting out a breathy sigh I open my eyes and sit up. Stretching my arms out above my head I let out a yawn before peeling the warm covers off my body and letting the chilly air hit it. Stumbling around the room I grab a few random pieces of clothing that lay in a myriad of places around the bedroom. I slowly pull on the loose shirt and jeans and make my way over to the large vanity that sits in the corner of the room. Without looking in the mirror I pull the few makeup items from their places and place them on the vanity. When I look up, I gasp in surprise as I make eye contact with a pair of bright sea-green eyes, that appear to be just as surprised as I am. Taking in the face the eyes belong to I take notice of the strong roman nose that is just slightly crooked, the thick reddish-brown beard, and the thick mop of brown hair that fell into those sea-green eyes that were wide with surprise. At the eye contact between the two surprised individuals it was almost like an otherworldly force connected their souls.
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