Mirrored

The bedroom mirror is the first thing Sylvester notices when he walks in, a heavy wooden frame stood against the furthest wall. Lowering his bags to the bed, Sylvester moves to stand in front of it, seeing his brown eyes and hair dimmed by the glass. The rest of the room is light, so is the glass just dirty? Smudged? Sylvester can’t tell. Though since he only came here to drop his bags off and change, Sylvester gives the mirror just another glance over then starts his day.

At dusk, tired afte...