A Mirrored Surface
A smooth glass tray on the coffee table caught my eye. I stepped up to the edge, measuring the drop before placing a heel down onto the cool surface. Beside an open ceramic mug, a discarded metal hair clip gleamed under the room's light. I nudged it forward with the tip of my shoe, listening to the sharp, clean chime as it slid into place. Reflections shifted around me, clear and quiet. Perfect.