The Stranger In the Mirror
Day 3 of isolation and I've started to notice things. I was in the mirror, making a face at myself, when I saw a person I don't know staring back. They were wearing a trench coat and a fedora, and I'm pretty sure they were trying to escape.
I tried to talk to them, but they just gave me this look that said "I'm a spy, but also a little bit bored with this whole espionage thing".
I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not as alone as I thought. Maybe there's a whole world of strangers in my mirror, all trying to get out.