Mirror.

There is nothing more frightening than looking in the mirror.  To see one’s reflection…the horror.  You see what other’s see.  That sunken face.  The bag’s under the eyes.  The chaffed lips.   Even the hair that looks relatively neat, you see the little frizz.  You just want it all to go away.  It frightens you much.

My Prince.

I saw him standing in the mirror.  My prince.  He called to me.  Called me to the mirror.  The mirror, I could not, should not step into the mirror.  But he called.

I touched his hand through the glass.  My Prince should save me.  But he couldn’t.  I pulled away.  He was but a dream.