LOOKING through the small frame of my glasses, I see this old wrinkled man, staring at me with a spiteful expression. His bald head reflects the sun rays coming through my bedroom window.

He looks familiar, although I can't remember where I saw him before.

I push my glasses on the bridge of my nose and lean in to have a better look at the ugly ogre who invaded my room without an invitation. The old man copies my movements at the same time.

As we both bend forward, my forehead collides with the cool surface of the mirror.

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I wrote this about two years ago for a contest and it luckily won first place. It was the first time I actually won something on Wattpad. Please share your thoughts and let me know how you felt about it. :)