LOOKING through the small frame of my glasses, I see this old wrinkled man, staring at me with a spiteful expression on his withered face.

The man looked familiar, although I can't quite remember where I saw his face before.

His bald head reflects the sun rays, coming through the glass of the only window in my bedroom.

I push my glasses to the bridge of my nose with my index finger, squinting slightly and I lean in to have a better look at the ugly ogre who invaded my room without an invitation.

The sullen old man copies my movements at the exact moment and then, as we both bend forward, my forehead collides with the cool surface of the mirror.

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