This is a drabble (100 word story) about someone who's reflecting in more ways than one.

Reflection
Copyright 2022 by Heather Rose Brown

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After rinsing off my hands, I dried them on the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack by the sink, then gave my reflection a good, hard look.

"Dang," I said while raking stiff fingers through my long, rumpled hair, "you look like crap."

I touched a smooth, plump cheek, and said, "You look like a girl who looks like crap."

I reflected on what I'd said, and grinned. My reflection gave me a sleepy grin back. I flicked off the switch by the bathroom door, then shuffled down the hall by the faint light of a brand new day.