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Josh studied the narrow face in the mirror. He looked at the messy cropped black hair, the chalky skin, and the deep brown eyes staring back at him. The mirror mocked him in perfect unison as Josh winked his left and right eyes. Such is the nature of mirrors.

As he stood in his parent’s gaudy pink tiled bathroom, in front of the crusty off-white sink, Josh pondered.

“Is my reflection just that? Or could he be real too?” he thought.

The possibility that the image of himself on the glass pane could actually be real made his head spin. The mirror image tapped the glass in unison with Josh.

“Hello in there!” he said.

“What if he has his own life on the other side?” he considered. Images of the mirror image’s life pulsed through Josh’s mind. The mirror’s image’s own two nagging parents and stinky golden retriever, living in an old purple house on the image’s own version of Springer Street, in his own mirror of Utica, in his own world, spinning around his own sun. The idea of all this made Josh’s head hurt.

He grabbed his toothbrush and the crumpled crusty toothpaste tube. Squeezing a glob of the freakishly blue paste on his brush, he began to methodically scrub his ivories as he let his imagination dance on.

“If he does exist,” Josh pondered, “I wonder if he likes to draw cartoons like I do.”

Josh imagined the mirror image enjoying a game of Ultimate Frisbee. He pictured the image diving through the air, the mirror image’s ears soaring with the sound of the wind rushing past as “SNAP!” the Frisbee hit home into the image’s hands that looked exactly like Josh’s own. “THUMP!” was the next sound Josh imagined, as he pictured the mirror image reasserting his relationship with gravity. Toothpaste oozed out as Josh grinned a fluoride grin.

“I wonder if he goes to the same school as I do,” pondered Josh as he envisioned his mirror image walking through hallways not unlike his own shabby and neglected school.

“Does he have the same rusty dilapidated blue locker as I do, on the third floor next to the science lab?” wondered Josh. “His probably gets jammed and he likely ends up kicking it to get the hinges unstuck, just like me. “

Dental floss ventured in and out from the crevices between both Josh and the mirror image’s pearly white teeth.

Josh took a swig of wintergreen mint mouthwash into his mouth and frothed it between his cheeks and teeth, trying to get all of the small spots he missed.

“If it’s possible, I wonder if he got two weeks detention too for putting a frog in Mrs. Southins’ desk drawer.” Josh thought as the mouthwash made his mouth burn like an oven.

“It would be awesome if all of that could really happen, if all of it could be true,” thought Josh. “It’s impossible though.” He shrugged, and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

And as Josh rounded the corner of the bathroom doorway, he disappeared.

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