I am awake, I think.
Sitting in a dark room with moonlight creeping in through the open window, athwart a mirror; adjacent to a window.
It reflects my face and the thin white curtains on the window.
A gush of wind; and the curtain comes onto my face, I brush it aside and look back at the mirror, but my image is not there anymore. I see a child sitting where I am. Something about the look on his face sent shivers down my spine.
I am still, I think to myself "I must be dreaming" and the mirror cracks.
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