Reflections
When I look into the mirror I don’t see myself anymore
In my place stands the story character I created the night before
I talk in her voice, take on her mannerisms, the way she smiles and breathes
I hold conversations as her, verbally sparing with her demonic enemy, or giving a speech to her disenchanted friends, getting them to pick up their swords and continue fighting
In my mind she leads an adventurous life, defeating evil and saving the day
I become so engrossed in this daydream that seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours. I live out her entire life till she dies and that is when I remember who I am
I’m really not standing in some magical land, I’m just standing in front of my mirror, my eyes begin to focus and my heart stops racing. I calm down and tell myself it never happened. But somewhere in the back of my mind she still exists, she becomes apart of me, or it could be she was a little piece of myself I never knew existed. All I know it sometimes when I look into the mirror, I can see her looking out from behind my eyes…and she smiles at me.
Now try and tell me that I don’t have an overactive imagination.