I check my tie in the mirror and realise that I’ve put the red tie on instead of the blue one. I should pay more attention in the mornings. I take off the blue tie, no hang on, I’m wearing the red one, I slowly look back up.

My reflection grins at me and knocks on the mirror. I put my hand up to where his is, wait, to where mine is. I can feel the mirror is warm where his hand’s been and then I feel his skin against mine, this is not right.

His face is bunched up in effort, he look like he’s trying to push through, I get a grip on his hand and pull from my side. It’s exhausting but after a few minutes he tumbles through.

I turn to grin at him, expecting his thanks when he grabs me and begins to push me into the mirror. I struggle but I’m weak from pulling him through and he’s stronger than me. I feel a chill as the surface passes over me as I sink inexorably further into the mirror. He pushes my last flailing arm in and all the sound disappears from the world, I bang on the mirror but he just walks away.