Mirror Dance

I stepped across the cool kitchen counter and stopped right in front of the chrome toaster. Its polished curved side caught my reflection... making me look remarkably wide and round. Curious, I took two small steps to the left, then swayed back to the right. The distorted silver figure followed every motion without delay. I carefully raised one flipper sleeve toward the ceiling, pausing to watch the mirrored sleeve tilt at the exact same angle. It felt like practicing a quiet, synchronized routine with a very patient partner.