In the mirror, I heard the crash of the waves against the mossy, ridged rock,

and the loud, fearsome barks of a Great Dane that would send a shiver down your spine.

In the mirror, I imagined a two glaring, beady, devilish eyes,

followed by the strong scent of metallic blood.

In the mirror, I saw a squirrel jump off a creaky, muddy bridge as it fell through the sky it could feel the wind blowing against his little head.

In the mirror, I saw a nostril flaring up getting clearer and clearer I then feel the cool air coming out of their long, ghostly pale neck.

In the mirror, I realise the neck has become a face and is protruding from the mirror.