My Reflection
In my room I lay on my bed, weary of the day that has passed. The day has ended and I am about to rest after my efforts to make this day productive. Indeed, the day has been productive for me. I passed today all my required assignments and projects, which I made a week ago. Finally, I can rest.
I looked up on the ceiling with my eyes wide open, dreaming of the things that may yet to come. What will happen tomorrow? I asked myself. Tomorrow is a Saturday which means that there are no classes. I smiled with certainty. After staring at the ceiling with wondering eyes, I stood up from my bed and approached my bookshelf. Should I read a book for tomorrow? Which one? I’ve read some of them already and I do not like to re-read them again even though I haven’t finished reading some of them.
Gazing at my books, I suddenly caught a glimpse of myself on the mirror hanging paralleled to the wall. I saw my reflection. I saw myself. On that moment I was wondering about my reflection. Do I really look similar to it? Do people look at me the way I look in the mirror? Or do I look different from my own reflection? Do we have the same face, physical structure, and appearance to that of my reflection the way other people would see me?
With my sudden curiosity, I walked towards the mirror on the wall. My reflection is imitating my every move and every step I take. I approached it with questioning eyes. I noticed my left brow arching because of my curiosity. I touched the glass and I felt its cold and shiny surface. My reflection and I touched for an instant.
Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. No person with a sane mind would question his reflection’s ability nor would there be any man with a normal state of mind would do such a thing – touching a mirror and studying his reflection curiously with weird questions formulating inside his mind. I immediately stepped back from the mirror. And because of my immediate and abrupt movement, I stepped on something that has wheels attached to it – a miniature car. I immediately slipped and on the floor I fell with my head crashed on it first. The impact was devastating.
I heard my head crack like a brick hammered by a hammer and felt the excruciating pain that no one would want to feel. It was a pain like no other, a pain similar to how a balloon must have felt when it is popped. Suddenly, I felt numb. I heard my heart beating slowly. I felt the throbbing of my pulses getting slower every second. I felt the blood running through my veins getting weaker. I felt my whole body turning vulnerable. All I could see is a blur.
Then my sight darkened. It grew darker and darker every second. Until all I could see is unfathomable darkness. I heard my last gasps. I felt the last pain surrounding my body. I tasted dust. I lost all control.
From that moment on, I no longer existed.
