
Finally, at half past two,
My mind sails peacefully away to sleep.
Peaceful journey but horrid outcome.
A room of black,
Except for the glimmering silver mirror.
What a gorgeous mirror,
As if made from silver snow and rain.
Walking towards it makes you feel weightless.
But when looking into it,
Bricks begin to replace your feet.
Who is that girl?
Who's confused reaction is starring back at you?
As I put my hand up, so does she at the exact same time.
Could it be?
Could it be that I don't recognize my own self.
Enough of this!
And the mirror finally shatters into trillions of pieces.
As the mirror breaks, so do I from unconsciousness.
A dream.
It was just a dream.
Just a nightmare.
As I walk to my own mirror and peer through,
The reflection is someone I know and love.
Never again shall a beautiful mirror turn me into my own stranger.