Ah, the mirror, where the enigmatic dance of reflection occurs. "Is that really you, or just a well-crafted doppelgänger with an insatiable thirst for my socks?" ponders I.
As I stood pondering, the mirror chuckled back, "You do realize that your haircut is what's haunting me, right?" The reflection had that look—clear yet disconcerting, like an old friend inspecting an unpaid debt.
In this room of reflection, I once solved the mystery of why my cat stares at the wall: Because the wall has secrets, and she’s in cahoots with the dust bunnies.
For those curious souls seeking more mystery: The Dark Corners or perhaps The Hallway's End.