Life in the Mirror

Someone lives in my mirror, I know this because, every night, at midnight, my room temperature drops, and I hear a squeaky sound, near my closet, where my mirror stands, and there he was.

Three nights ago, as I recall, I was battling with insomnia, I lay helplessly on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I wandered far away from the reality of the world, into my imagination. I jolted back in fear, as something fell on the floor. I checked my watch, at midnight. I wore my pyjamas, taking slow and sluggish strides to switch on my light. I loved to sleep with my lights off, I squinted my eyes a bit, to adjust to the light. I walked past the door and the mirror. I stopped in my tracks, as I saw a reflection— a different reflection, different from mine. 

I faced the mirror, I stared at it for a while, something was off. "Maybe, I'm just hallucinating. I should get some sleep." I said to myself, yawning as though I were a hungry lion.

I woke up the next morning, as the sun peeked through the window. I stretched in bed, it was Monday, and I needed to work— yes, I am a writer, and I had a copywriting job of 15,000 words to submit at the end of the day. After my parents disowned me because I chose to date the woman I love, Syl, she was older than me by 5, with her cute baby face, red lips and dimples, fair and tall with a killer figure 8 shape, she is a half European breed of a Hungarian mother and a Nigerian father who was one time Army general but late, her mom died of cancer when she was 8.

Sylvia, my Girlfriend travelled a few days after my parents disowned me, and I parked in her apartment. "I will always be with you, don't cry, I'll come back soon, without you I can't survive and I will marry you, becuse I love you more than anything" I remember her last words. She had gone to find her uncle who lives in Maitama as an ambassador to the country of Hungary, to be able to get a job for us, I pleaded to follow her, but she said I will be safe here. I was alone. I couldn't go back to my parents, they wouldn't accept me back, not after everything that happened.

I caressed the necklace that hung loosely on my neck. It was a gift from her on my 29th birthday, and though it looked ancient, I felt attached to it, especially the crescent pendant but with a real diamond. 

I came back from my day's work, I slumped on the bed, I was so tired, that I dozed off immediately. When I woke up, I stared at my frail body in the mirror, I was lean, with dark circles underneath my eyes. I looked aged. I let out a long sigh and went in to shower.

The room temperature dropped, the cold breeze caressed my skin, and I felt the chills down my spine. I ignored the feeling, and began to brush my hair, I saw it, that reflection, but it disappeared. I began to think I was psyched.

"Show yourself, I dare you!" I yelled, one time. I was eager to know the person in my mirror, but I was scared too. I almost gave up, and thought of visiting the doctor, when the image began to form, and there she was. That someone in my mirror.

It's midnight, I smiled, walking towards my mirror. 

Someone lives in my mirror, I know this because that someone is my Girlfriend, Sylvia. She died in a ghastly accident, on her way back home. Her last wish was to be with me, and here she is. With me. In my mirror!

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