Reflections

Is it me in the distance, standing there staring through the darkness? In a cold room where sounds echo resounding even to the faintest footsteps as I walk closer. Closer, and it is still me, patiently waiting for the encounter. A strange meeting of an ephemeral order which I contemplate, tranquil.

Footsteps neither louder nor softer approach myself, neither slowly nor quickly. The air feels thick with a musty suspense - something is about to happen! My anticipation, long quiescent now awakens as my ghost approaches, draws closer into field of vision. Heatbeats begin bringing short breaths of air into my lungs. And then I am there. It is me!

Just me and the mirror on the wall.