The Reflection

When I moved into my new apartment, the bathroom mirror was the only thing that gave me pause. It wasn’t broken, but it looked... older than everything else. Like it didn’t belong. The edges were tarnished, the glass slightly warped. No matter how much I cleaned it, my reflection always looked a bit off.

Not wrong exactly—just delayed.

The first time I noticed, I was brushing my teeth. I turned away for a second, and out of the corner of my eye, my reflection was still brushing. I blinked, chalked it up to being tired, and moved on.

But then it started happening more often. https://youtu.be/FG6ScPaRbiI