Joined July 2022
The Shadow's Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. "Even when I tried to move from the shadow, the reflection grabbed me. Not physically, but almost...magnetically, or mentally, I am not sure. So, I opened the bedroom door and walked to the kitchen and tried to leave the thoughts behind about the mirror, about the death, about the consuming thought of what was happening in my own home, but I couldn't. I made coffee, and sat for about an hour downstair in the kitchen. That is when I decided what I would do."