A Mirrored Bowtie

A narrow ribbon of black grosgrain was resting on the lower shelf beneath the mirror. I sat beside it for several minutes, studying the neat twist in its center. Then, I reached out. With slow care, I picked up the small ribbon and pressed it against my chest, right below my chin. The glass reflected the change immediately. It rested straight against my plush collar. The room remained quiet, but my silhouette seemed slightly more complete. I let it remain there. @galhai6 @raddydasprunkiboi @officalybrud @skyislaughting @grayloed @durple_sprunki