Sleepy Sundays: The Tale of Two Mirrors

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She washed her hands and glanced over at the large mirror.

The small one behind it reflected a sinister character, if only for a mere second.

A glance. A short gaze. Yet, it felt like an eternity.

Was this her? It certainly looked like her, but somehow—different.

She didn’t move the same way.

This wasn’t her.

They shared something in common although opposite. They were mirrors of each other.

This was the first time they danced.


white-flowers-pattern.pngI decided to change things up a bit this week and give you a story to go along with my newest art. Creepier than how this story sounds, I based it off of a true events.

When was the last time you had a good scare? Are you a mirror for anyone in your life?

Have a reflective Sunday! 😉

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May Flowers