Alice evades Steve's anger

Not sure the dizziness was all gone I took a few practice steps around the room touching this and that as I passed. Eventually my travels took me past the mirror, but instead of seeing my reflection the surface was shrouded by a rolling mist.

Reaching into the mist I watched my hand disappear from my view. Shocked I pulled back my arm, fearing the worse, like I now a stump where there use to be a hand. Imagine my relief when I wiggled five healthy fingers.

Reaching further in I felt Steve's sleeve brush against my hand. Snickering I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked. Steve, stumbling through the mirror, almost fell on his face. He got up screaming at me. "You stupid twit!"

Feared he might slap me again I bolted headfirst across the room.