Waking Dreams
In her sleepy stupor, Jun walked to the bathroom in a zombie like fashion, with a shoulder slumped against the wall and her feet dragging in the hallway.
That was such a strange dream this morning...though I hardly remember it...was it something about a pond or something? She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste. No, there was something that was just dark about that water, it was so beautiful and yet--
Jun suddenly felt cold, and goosebumps appeared on her arms. In the bathroom it was still quite dark, the bathroom never got much sunlight in the morning. But that wasn't why she felt cold. She raised her toothbrush to her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to look in the mirror. The bathroom suddenly felt like a barren field of Siberia, cold and unwelcoming. The hairs of her neck stood on end, and quickly she stole a glance at the mirror.
In that one instance, she saw a figure so vaguely familiar, and yet the only discernible features on the face were the mouth and its smile. Fear paralyzed her, and Jung-ah stumbled backwards. It's not, it's not. No no no no no. Not in the mirror no, no no no no no. I'll just turn my eyes to the floor and think of something else. Nothing's on the floor, I can't see anything on the floor but the rug. Just the rug, just the warm soft fuzzy rug. The rug that I see every morning, the rug that keeps my feet off the cool floor. Her shoulders eased and her body released its tension. A quick glance at the mirror showed that the strange figure was gone.
"Ah, just my imagination. Just my imagination."
That was such a strange dream this morning...though I hardly remember it...was it something about a pond or something? She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste. No, there was something that was just dark about that water, it was so beautiful and yet--
Jun suddenly felt cold, and goosebumps appeared on her arms. In the bathroom it was still quite dark, the bathroom never got much sunlight in the morning. But that wasn't why she felt cold. She raised her toothbrush to her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to look in the mirror. The bathroom suddenly felt like a barren field of Siberia, cold and unwelcoming. The hairs of her neck stood on end, and quickly she stole a glance at the mirror.
In that one instance, she saw a figure so vaguely familiar, and yet the only discernible features on the face were the mouth and its smile. Fear paralyzed her, and Jung-ah stumbled backwards. It's not, it's not. No no no no no. Not in the mirror no, no no no no no. I'll just turn my eyes to the floor and think of something else. Nothing's on the floor, I can't see anything on the floor but the rug. Just the rug, just the warm soft fuzzy rug. The rug that I see every morning, the rug that keeps my feet off the cool floor. Her shoulders eased and her body released its tension. A quick glance at the mirror showed that the strange figure was gone.
"Ah, just my imagination. Just my imagination."