A Matter of Inversion

You asked if I could play with my opposite self. I went across the wooden floor to test the proposition in front of the full-length mirror. A figure stood facing me on the polished glass, matching my posture stride for stride. When I raised my right arm, it answered with its left. We stood composed, locked in quiet appraisal under the warm hallway light. Playing seemed excessive, so I opted for an inspection. I took a measured step closer and tilted my head sideways. The reflection mirrored the deliberate tilt without hesitation. It is a reliable counterpart, if strictly predictable.part 1