So getting home tonight was weird. Again. I was on the 34 bus, sitting in the priority seats -- don't judge me, nobody who needed those things would be out on a night like tonight -- and I was staring at my reflection in the window. The more I stared, the more I felt like the reflection was real and I wasn't.
And then the reflection grinned, when I wasn't grinning, and it got up and left, when I remained seated. And no matter what other window I looked in, I had no reflection.
I'm scared to look at any windows now.