A Mirrored Triangle

I pushed past the heavy entrance door draft, tiptoeing toward the low wooden credenza in the hallway. Being cooped up inside the living room all morning made me... well, restless. Resting on the polished runner was a compact folding vanity mirror propped open at a sharp angle. I crept up to the joint, steadying myself against the wood floor. When I looked right into the corner seam, my reflection split and multiplied into three identical plush faces staring back at once! I tapped the glass frame with one cautious mitten, watching the trio of jesters blink right along with me.