A Mirrored Glimpse

I sat quietly on the polished stone floor right between the Otis Gen2 elevator doors and the tall lobby mirror. Resting my paws in my lap, I watched the silver floor indicator slowly tick down from four to ground level. When the chime rang out, a tiny breeze slipped out from the opening crack, rustling the fabric over my chest. I glanced toward the mirror beside me and noticed my own reflection sitting there, patiently waiting. The gentle stillness inside the empty metal cabin felt reassuring, like a soft, familiar breath held open just for me.