The Waiting Reflection

Have you ever stared at yourself too long in the mirror? Late at night. A single bulb hums.

You just… watch your own face. Every pore, every shadow seems to deepen in the

silence. Then you see it. A flicker of a smile. Not yours. You tell yourself

it's exhaustion. A trick of the light. You blink. Your reflection blinks with you.

But then, it blinks *again*. Slowly. Deliberately. And your own eyes

are still wide, frozen open. It's not *you* looking back anymore. It’s waiting.

What did it see you do just before?