The Doppelganger in the Mirror | The Me Who Raised a Hand Three Seconds Early
In my bathroom, there was a mirror that couldn’t reflect anything properly. The mirror surface was always covered in thick white frost. Even on days when I didn’t use hot water, it was the same. It looked as if someone were standing on the other side of the mirror, constantly blowing breath onto it. If I wiped it hard with a towel, my face would be visible for a…