forty two

[lionesssejant]

I saw a lady in the mirror. She wore a red dress with her hair done up just like the women in the movies. Her fingernails were painted the same color of her dress and shoes. She was a living picture with my face, only older of course.

But she was alone. I don't understand. She shouldn't have been. Not if she is me. What does that mean? People saw horrible things in their mirrors. What was horrible?