A thunderstorm woke me in the middle of the night. Fumbling with the sheets and pillows, I finally gave up on trying to sleep again. I then sat straight staring at my reflection in the mirror. With dishevelled hair and puffy eyes, I looked like a ghost from a horror movie. The more I thought about it, the more it creeped me out. I tried to look away at once. Yet I was thrilled to be capable of such horror and disgust. As I looked back at the mirror, I saw my face growing stranger and stranger. A reflection of the swaying curtain cast thick, dark shadows on my countenance. I saw myself smiling malignantly.
Still, there was a little part of me deep within that wanted to look away, that was tinged sharply with fear. The flesh on my thighs slowing began to creep but the smile grew wider. My stomach churned revealing the panic running down through my lower body. My chest heaved violently and that’s where the core my of being was divided. The weak and scared emotions flew down like blood jamming my lower body with shock and shivers. While my head dropped back into ecstasy, and my arms cradled the back of my neck.
I stepped down from the bed and walked closer to the mirror with weak knees and crawling skin. Pressing my palms on the cold surface of the wall and grazing my nose lightly on the mirror, I let go of the part of me that was weak and human. I saw the shadow of the dust that it burst into circling the room and slowly settling down on the floor.
While the real me, light and fearless found it’s way to the sky.