THE EYE AND THE BEHOLDER

I remember lying in a queen bed and staring into the double-mirrors on the opposite wall. No matter where I looked, I was in my frame of vision: the me in the mirror was already looking there. Endless repetitions replaced true sight and before I knew it I was watching myself watch myself. I wasn't even looking into the mirror, anymore; I was thinking of myself looking at myself. Somewhere around 3:00, I turned out the light. Somewhere around 5:00, I lost consciousness. Somewhere around 7:00, she woke up and left for work without saying goodbye.