The Vanity Mirror

The other day, I was passing by a mirror in my bedroom that my grandfather had given me before he had passed away.

I begun to look at myself as I touched my face I noticed that my eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep. 

My skin was loose and shaggy, my hair was brittleand had fallen out, and my body was tired and weary.

I looked at myself more and I knew that this wasn’t theperson that I wanted to be. I went closer to the mirrorand begun to look in my eyes and I saw my future fly right before my eyes.

I had missed everything from my marriage, to my career, family, and now I was at my death. 

I wanted too rewind my life, but it was too late. The demon,  The it was fighting and winning inside of my body.

I begun to fade away  and my body wasleaving quicker than I had the chance too retaliate myself. 

I was leaving on the inside and my body was forcing me too go with the reflection that I’d had seen in the mirror.

I refused to goand the person, myself, and mirror had disappeared. 

Quickly as I stood back, I had won and the mirror and demon inside the mirror had lost.