Last night I woke up on the couch – the room was full dark and a glowing light came in through the bay window.
There was no moon in the sky, but the stars seemed to beam with a bright white glow that was unexpected and eerily beautiful.
The large mirror on the western wall caught the reflection of the stars and beamed the light across the room in gentle arcs. The lit up mirror appeared like a portal and I couldn’t help myself from looking into it’s depths.
My reflection was me, but not me.
I was tall and pale with flowing hair to my waist. My brow was firm and authoritative and I seemed to have antlers sprouting from near my ears… my skin is mossy green and I am adorned with small beetles that glitter like gold and moths hover around my hair.
I reach towards the version of me in the mirror and she reaches towards me.
We connect fingers and I feel a chill spread up my arm as my hand melts into her…
I wake up on the couch.