Singing in the rain

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[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]

(via laughcentre)

Everything in Janey’s life was pretty normal. Except one the day that her reflection started to make faces at her. No, I didn’t mean that she was making faces at the mirror, but that her reflection, unattached from her own being, made a face at her. She was primping, fluffing and all together powdering her nose, and her reflection twisted into a silly cross-eyed face. Janey jumped back and examined her suddenly normal reflection, then leaned in closer and made the same face at the mirror. Her reflection mimicked, so she shrugged at went back to primping. Suddenly, her reflection made another face, hen backed away, putting her hands on her hips and scowling.

“Would you stop checking our make up and go to class already?” It shouted at her. Horrified, Janey jumped away from the bathroom counter with a sharp yelp.

“Ohmigod.” She managed, before clasping her hand across her mouth. She couldn’t decide what to do yet, except stand and stare at her reflection, which was definitely <em>not<em> behaving like a reflection ought to. The reflection rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, reflection is talking to you, blah blah blah. Seriously, Janey. Get a grip.” The reflection huffed at Janey.

“Yo- but how ar- am I hallu- you’re..” Janey’s sentenced came out garbled and smushed together.

“Yes, I am you reflection, I’m talking to you because I’m a rule breaker, no you aren’t hallucinating, this is definitely real, and yes, again, I am talking to you.” The reflection answered all of Janey’s unasked questions impatiently.

“But.. Reflections don’t talk..” Janey mumbled.

“Ahh, but they do. Just not to their reflections. I do realize that seems a little redundant, but I’ll tell you more in detail here in a minute. First, though, I need your help. I live in a literal alternate universe. And mine is crumbling out of control. I’ve kind of gotten into a mess, and I think we need some outside reinforcement.” Janey’s reflection’s facial expressions varied between distressed, impatient and a little childlike poutiness.

Janey stumbled backward and slid down a stall door. She sat on the floor sighing and processing what was going on. When she looked back up to the mirror to give her reflection her answer, the reflection was gone. Replaced by just the reflections of the tops of the stalls from the Janey’s sitting point of view.