Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Contrasting the whiteness of the clouds to its alive and vivid colors, the brilliant sun at its nadir rose at a snail's pace as dawn quickly turned into morning. Sun rays reflected off my shining body, creating a rainbow on the wall. Morning, the thought crept into my mind. It was like any other day, an average, monotonous day. Yet, to humans, it meant a new beginning filled with adventures.
Still half conscious, I heard the door open, and the girl came in. She stood in front of me for a while, trying to figure out what was wrong. Seeing herself with a pillow head, droopy panda-like eyes, bony cheeks with a hint of rose-redness and overall, a tired expression, the girl instinctively began to wash her face and put on some makeup that had a foul smell, unpleasant for my sensitive nose.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The boys rampaged through the hall, toward the bathroom like two buffalos in a stampede.
Only to realize that their older sister had already started her daily ritual in front of me. After a touch over there, a touch over here, the sister was done. The boys were much faster, considering they don't need to spend so much time worrying about their appearance. Brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and a look at me, and they were done. When they were finished, they raced down the stairs, once again. As my job was done in the morning the last member of the family had gone off to work, leaving me to enjoy the rest of my day, a repetition of yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that.
Life as a mirror was tedious. Boredom was what I experienced each day. Aside from that feeling, loneliness...