"Your" Reflection

*the thing in your reflection has haunted you, nearly decades now. your in your in your bathroom, just trying to relax...when all the sudden, you stand up too quick, forgetting that you were in front of your mirror when you crouched down. freshly recovering from a panic attack. the "reflection" slowly crawls through. you trip on the corner of a shelf, your back hitting the wall. it...doesn't harm you. instead, curling its wings around you. hugging you, whispering "I won't harm you. promise."*