Novel & Cerita Looking In The Mirror In A Dream

While stretching my arms up, I saw my reflection inside the mirror which was installed above the sink countertop on one side of the laundry room. “Now that I remembered it…” I paced to the mirror and placed my hands on the countertop before staring deeply at my face. My gaze then drifted down to my neck. I remembered feeling a great amount of pain when I heard my flesh being pierced by his teeth. I thought I was gonna die that moment, but as I woke up and is standing in front of this mirror, looking completely fine, I am somewhat convinced that it was all a dream, probably. “What a scary lucid dream…” I rubbed my neck, te area that had being bitten inside the dream is clean without any bite

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

In dreams. I saw him standing on the edge of the clearing, calling my name. Sometimes I saw Selene beside him, her hand on his chest, her smile sweet and cruel. I always woke up sweating. I avoided mirrors. I didn’t want to see her. The girl who gave everything to a man who didn’t want her. But one morning, I caught my reflection in the cracked glass above the sink. My face was thinner. My eyes are deeper. My stomach had begun to swell, soft and round beneath my shirt.

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

She jumped up and ran, almost stumbling like a newborn deer, unable to use her heavy legs properly and went to the cracked mirror. “Oh my fucking… Goddess!” Amira gripped the mirror, staring at her worst nightmare. This dream was a nightmare. Why, why, why did her mind conjure up this… this disgusting image?! Amira stared at her reflection. She was looking at Alpha King Rhys. Blue eyes raked over the muscular body in the mirror. Was she feverish right now? Was that why she was having such a bizarre dream? Her strangely large hands slid up her face, feeling the stubble of her jaw down to the Adam's apple of her throat.

In the mirror, her features appeared vibrant and beautiful, a stark contrast to the exhaustion and dark circles that marred her face in reality. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Was it a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

I saw the strange face very clearly reflected in the mirror. Even though I was hesitant, I moved closer to the mirror to confirm my vision. I wiped more dew on the mirror and brought my face closer to it. This time, it was my own face reflected in the mirror. I was utterly alone, and there was no one else around me. "Am I still dreaming?" This morning, I woke up with a wet body covered in sweat. I walked lazily to the bathroom. My whole body hurts. I'm standing in front of the mirror with a wet face and bangs covering my eyes. I cupped water from the tap and repeatedly washed it over my face.

Whatever reason it maybe this is still not acceptable. “Well done.” I thought decades had passed waiting for my final look to be done. As I open my eyes, I feel like in a fantasy movie. I haven’t recognized myself as I take a glance on the face reflected on the mirror. Is this me? Ohhh! I can see my mom right now. I tried to draw a smile on my lovely face. There is a problem.... I am now standing totally seeing the reflection of myself. I am sad. Maybe because, we are going to deceive some people. And i'm not a fan of it.

Slapping my head for my daydreaming, I turned on the tap and splashed of cold water on my face to wake myself. Still, my vision was blurry but I saw him in the mirror. I rubbed my eyes twice. He stood resting his back at the door. Looking handsome in his blue tuxedo. I blinked often to adjust the view in the mirror. "Am I dreaming?" I mustered rolling my eyes and stopped looking in the mirror. Clasping the toothbrush and paste, I brushed my teeth, he was not at the door now. Ohh, Jesus, stop playing with me. I brushed my teeth and went to use the washroom.

I said to myself. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a young woman with long black hair and green eyes. I had a delicate face and a slender body. This was the same woman I had seen in my dreams. Could she be in any way related to me or was I hallucinating?