For some reason, I wondered if maybe, somewhere out there, past the glass of this mirror I was so mesmerized by, some other version of me was waving her arms about stupidly, watching me just as intently as I’d been watching her. Just a thin piece of glass… by breaking it, maybe..

I wasn’t about to smash through the mirror. I’m not insane.

Besides, if there were identical copies of me out there in parallel universes, they could worry about it.

All of them stared at me, asking me what to do. I shrugged; they shrugged back. I blinked, and realized that I’d just been looking into a mirror, not watching another human.

This makes me sound crazy. At the time, the only thing I was able to digest from the experience was, “Wow, this is amazing! A million of me!”

Now, as I look at my face being infinitely reflected off of the mirrors in my room, I know it was the easiest way to have a feeling of control. I was the decider of anything. In this “world” I created, everything obeyed me.

Like I was God.