It’s a lot of crying and deep breathing. Whenever I sleep, I escape into the world of dreams. When I’m awake, I become trapped in reality.
The mirror taunts me. “Good morning, James! This is how you look right now!”
I look like shit. My eyes are half-open. My red hair is all disheveled, the meticulous styling in tatters after 9 hours on a pillow.
I sit down in the toilet. Not because I have to, but because it makes me feel that much better about myself. Every little bit helps.
Unfortunately, I see a naked young man sitting on a toilet thanks to the mirror’s constant vigilance. Ever mindful of the surrounding environment, it shows off the clothes scattered on the floor as well as the young man they sit around.
As I stand, done with my business, I contemplate the day ahead. “Is there a chance I’ll have to go outside? Do I want to put up with my mother staring at me?” Usually the answers are yes and no, respectively.
So I let the mirror tell