Things got weirder from there.

I got home the next day and found out that not only was my toothbrush turned around, my toothpaste had also realigned itself. I usually put it down sideways, parallel to the mirror, just because that’s the easy way to do it. When I woke up the next morning, though, it was turned around, facing the mirror.

Huh.

I didn’t start really getting freaked out until the soap dish did the same thing. It was about when my favorite bunny slippers wound up perched on the sink facing the mirror like supplicants before the pope, that I realized that some seriously weird stuff was going on here.

I stared into the mirror. My face looked back out at me, but with an odd expression halfway between a smile and a smirk. “I know something you don’t, buddy,” he seemed to say, “and so does your Oral-B CrossAction.”

I reached out and touched the mirror. The feeling of the silvered glass against my fingertips was very cool and very dry.