The Mirror's Secret

Every night, I hear footsteps outside my bedroom door. Slow.

Careful. Like someone trying not to wake me. I live alone.

Last night, I finally opened the door. The hallway was empty,

but the mirror at the end wasn't. It showed me, standing there,

staring back, smiling. I turned around. The mirror me didn't.

From behind me, I felt a breath on my neck. And a whisper:

You're finally awake.