Anyway, this house I'm in has mirrors EVERYWHERE! Many of the doors, and doors to closets and pantries, are complete mirrors. Every room I go into, everywhere I try to stand is a mirror. There are mirrors all over the place. I'm surprised there aren't any mirrors on ceiling. The tile floor is very clean, almost mirror like. Good thing I'm not wearing a skirt today.
(I'm kidding, I'm a guy. I'm not wearing a skirt.)
The members of this household are a very respectable Christian family. It's not like they use the mirrors for seances or anything. Could the ladies of the household be that vain: that they have to look at themselves all the time? Or is it the men who are in love with their appearance? I don't know.
Why are there so many mirrors? I remember how my dad hated mirrors. He didn't even like to sit in a restaurant that had a mirror where he could see it. When my mom would buy a mirror, he'd make her get rid of it. Was my dad a Vampire? Wait, that doesn't make sense. Supposedly Vampires can't see their reflection. Can non-vampires see the reflections of vampires? Back in my apartment, I have a book that would clarify that for me. Yeah, I use to hunt vampires for a living. Not so much anymore because CA passed a law that makes vampire slaying illegal. Whutevah.
At night, I find myself wondering around the household, checking to make sure the windows and doors are locked, and that all else is well. I have minimum lighting. The dimmed incandescent lights cast out a weak candle like glow down each corridor. In some areas, the dim lighting gives the house a warm feel, like I'm actually in a Thomas Kinkade painting.
However, there are times when I leave my guest bed to wander into the kitchen, perhaps for a snack. Alone in the dark, I am often startled by my own reflections in the mirrors. One night, I was walking out of the bedroom and didn't realize that there was a mirror to my left. I thought some guy was walking up to me. Since I still have my Marine Corps Martial Arts training programmed into my hard drive, I immediately got ready to strike and take down the shadowy figure. To my relief, the horrid creature was just me....my reflection.
It's creepy. I see myself in the present mirrors across the room and to the sides of me. I often test my reflections to make sure they are my own. I make funny faces at myself like a teenage girl in a Facebook photograph. I test the movements and speed of my reflection every now and then just to make sure all is well.
If my reflection hesitates for even a moment, or even dares to refuse to walk like an egyptian, I will bolt out the door in a heartbeat, in my mini skirt and all. LOL.
