Don't Trust Your Shoes Over Your Feet?

[sleepycoley]

The mirror is mocking me again.

The walls were empty but a vortex opened below my feet.  It spun lazily in place, humming to itself.  The swirl of dull, light blue barely fazed me. I could walk right over it. I stood in its center facing my bathroom mirror- the only other object in this room besides me.

But I’m not really me.  I’m just watching

Comments

[illfindmyway]

Dude, that is some creepy fucking shit. Damn.

[jivelizard124]

Don't I know it. The next night I had a less interesting dream about climbing to the top of Mary Kate and Ashley's mansion and breaking in.

I might be going insane or I need to stop eating so late at night. :P