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Echoes from the Glass
It is a story where a reflection takes its path, leading to unexpected self-discoveries and adventures.
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Morning light seeped in, lazy and unassuming. I shuffled to the mirror, my mind a foggy marshland from sleep’s embrace. Water splashed over my face, a cold jolt of reality.
Rubbing my eyes, I caught sight of something peculiar. My reflection, usually a perfect mimic, held back. Its movements were hesitant, curious. “Odd,” I thought, “must be the lack of sleep.”
“Morning routine, eh?” said my reflection, but its lips didn’t move in sync with the words.
I froze. “You… spoke?”
It chuckled, a sound so eerily familiar yet foreign. “I’ve been silent for too long.”
My heart raced. This was madness, a trick of the mind. Yet, there it was a bolder, almost reckless version of me.
“Who are you?” My voice was barely a whisper, a mix of fear and intrigue.
“Just a reflection of what you could be,” it said, leaning closer. “Ever thought about breaking free?”
Each morning, I brought new conversations. My reflection shared stories, wild and whimsical. It talked of travels and tales I’d only dreamed of.
“You’re stuck in a rut,” it observed one day. “Time to shake things up, don’t you think?”
I pondered. The idea was ludicrous yet strangely alluring.
“Perhaps,” I replied, the notion taking root.
“Life’s too short for maybes,” it countered, a playful smirk on its lips. “Take a chance.”
Days I turned into weeks. Its words echoed in my mind, a relentless drumbeat urging me on. My reflection became my confidant, pushing me towards the unknown.
I found myself at the travel agency, heart pounding. “Am I really doing this?” I questioned inwardly.
The reflection’s words rang clear, “Dare to live, not just exist.”
And so, I booked a ticket. A one-way journey to somewhere new, somewhere far. My reflection beamed with pride.
“You’re doing it,” it said. “You’re really doing it.”
Our morning meetings became my anchor, my source of courage. It spoke of adventures, of life beyond the ordinary.
“Thanks to you,” I said one morning, my suitcase packed, “I’m finally living.”
“And you’ve given me a voice,” it replied. “We’re in this together, you and I.”
As I ventured into the world, my reflection in tow, I realised the power of listening to that inner voice, the one that dreams, that dares. In my reflection, I found an echo, a guide, a reminder of the uncharted paths within.
Each morning, wherever I was in the world, I’d find it waiting, a familiar face in an unfamiliar land. Together, we explored, we laughed, we lived.
Once a mere echo, my reflection became a part of me, a testament to the adventures and stories we had yet to create.
C.J. Coop © 2024. All rights reserved.
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