Clara
I stay in front of the mirror for a few seconds, the steam from the shower fogs up the glass a little, but I can still see myself.
My face, my eyes, my lips still a little swollen.
I take a deep breath, everything feels... strange. Not in a bad way, just... Just weird.
This bathroom, this mirror. For a long time it was part of my daily routine. Here I got ready for work, here I removed my makeup at night, here I kept thinking while the water fell on my back.
I run my fingers along the edge of the sink. As if I were acknowledging something I already knew.
I take a towel, bring it close to my face and breathe in its aroma. It smells the same.
The same soap, the same fabric softener.
I close my eyes for a moment, it's as if time has stopped in this house.
I finish getting ready
