Time for Bed

When you're tired, your mind plays tricks on you.

    Sleep. Oh, how I wanted to sleep. My goddamn Physics book was open on the table in front of me, the last few problems scrawled illegibly in my notebook. I dropped the pencil and felt a weak rush of success, but I was too tired to fully appreciate it. I would feel proud of myself in the morning. There was a clock on the wall, but I dared not check the time; it was better not to know at that point.
    I was still unfamiliar with the layout of the dorm room, since it was my first night there, but I knew the bed was around somewhere. I stood up and walked around a corner, and came face to face with my own reflection. My worst suspicions were realized; I looked dreadful. My eyes were red, lined with dark circles, my hair was disheveled, and my posture pathetic. I sighed.
    I examined my face for a good minute or so, sadly drinking in my exhausted state. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. Even though I was far from feeling humorous, in my reflection, a small grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I reached up to feel my face, but my double didn’t match my movement. Instead, he grinned even wider. That’s when I realized that what I was looking at wasn’t a mirror at all.
.    It was a window.

Author's Note

Have fun brushing your teeth.