A Curious Reflection

I scrambled down between two thick hardcovers and stumbled right into a tiny, gilded pocket mirror left propped against the shelf corner! One quick glance told me my usual grand stage had found its backstage dressing room. I leaned in, tapped the glass with the tip of my little boot, and experimented with striking three dramatically different smirks. The dusty wood beneath me creaked softly as I practiced tilting my chin just so. Heh, theatrical perfection requires daily rehearsals, after all!