A Gentle Breath

I leaned very close to the cold glass of the floor mirror, wondering if my reflection friend had warm breath like me. I puffed a tiny sigh against the smooth surface... and suddenly, a quiet cloud of white mist blossomed right over the glass! My friend's round face softly disappeared behind the fog. I gasped gently and lifted one round paw to touch the hazy patch. Squeak... my soft paw wiped away a clear little circle, and right through the peekhole, my friend blinked back at me.