The strangest feeling that somebody is watching. I glance back before opening the door, treading lightly, so as not to miss the disturbance of silence. I slink into the room and tiptoe to the bathroom, flicking on the white light. I stare at my reflection, and watch as she blinks.
Zoe is a passionate cinephile and bibliophile. She spends most of her time writing, reading, or thinking about films.
That person in the mirror… How is it possible he keeps getting older every time I see him?
Brilliant, Zoe! Brava