Still laying in bed you look about, taking in your new surroundings. The room is fairly small, with only a little walkable space between the bed and wardrobe to the door, but is cluttered with all kind of collectibles. The walls are plastered with anime posters on one side and band shit on the other. A narrow set of shelves in the corner near the window overflow with figurines, plushies and the topmost shelf is piled high with manga.
The sounds of a city drone outside, beyond the shutters, construction work and busy streets. You sit yourself up in bed and immediately notice two things, one is the way your vision blurs slightly at distance, your doorframe seeming out of focus, and two is the lock of blueish dyed hair which falls across your face.
This place feels familiar and totally alien at the same time. You glance across to your left and that’s when you see her. Your best friend since birth, Ashley, looking back at you wearing what you can only assume to be the same look of confusion you are.
‘Ashley?’ You ask.
And so does she. And then you realise. You’re looking in a mirror.
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