A Curious Reflection

Strolling back inside as evening fell, my attention was snared by a polished silver hand mirror lying flat upon the mahogany side table. Approaching with measured grace, I peered directly over the bevelled glass. There met my gaze that ever-dapper visage, rendered in dazzling miniature clarity! With a flourish of my microphone cane, I adjusted the tilt until my reflection stood framed like an antique portrait. A quiet audience of one, yet profoundly appreciative of the performance!