Every way she turned there was something reflecting her. She’d catch glimpses of her face, her legs or the whole of herself. Often it gave her a fright she didn’t connect to the person in the mirror. It wasn’t that she wasn’t self-aware it was the person reflected in the mirror was not who she was. It was like seeing herself in a costume she had forgotten she had put on. She tried not to look in mirrors for the most part but here she couldn’t avoid them. She was trapped in a house full of mirrors.
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Visions
If I saw me,
What would I see?
Would it be me?
Or would it be
A reflection of
What I wanted to be?
When I see you,
What will I see?
Will I see you?
Or will it be
What you wish
For me to see?
We see us,
What do we see?
Do we see us?
Or are we self created visions?
Dragonition 