A day of perfect clouds 2

 Chapter I part 2

Coming back from the loo I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face looked normal enough so nothing different there. A bit sleepy maybe and...

Oh my God!!

Letters had just appeared on the mirror surface!  Well, not the actual surface but more the other side of the mirror.. "Good Morning" it said, backwards, in what looked like red lipstick. Touching the mirror convinced me the lipstick was not on my side of the mirror. Suddenly the letters where wiped away by an unseen hand or cloth. "Hihi", the mirror wrote. Backwards. And in red lipstick again.

This convinced me I most certainly had not properly woken up and I went back into the bedroom. I opened the curtains to see what kind of day it was. Perfect woolly white clouds gathered around the cathedral towers that stood out against a clear blue sky.

I turned to lay on the bed for a little while and in doing so looked at the small Baroque mirror next to my bed. "Boo" it said. Backwards. And this time it looked like black lipstick...