Between

by TheMajorTechie

Shift-Step Perspective

You stare at the mirror.

It isn't exactly a mirror, but it'd may as well be one.

You turn your cheek. The phantom behind the glass does the same.

The other cheek.

The action is mirrored.

A creak groans through your home.

What's left of it, at least.

The light flickers. You look out the window.

The sun sputters back into existence.

Then out again.

The house jostles. You brace yourself against the sink, flailing a hoof to the shelf you'd just reorganized before anything can tumble.

You fail.

You fail.

You fail.

A knock comes at your window.

They fail.

Failed to steer this decrepit building away from the drifting debris.

Failed to make something of your time here, alone.

Failed to... failed to what, exactly?

Exist?

No.

You frown, staring at your phantom through the mirror once more.

You respond to yourself with a smile.

Failed to fail?

Is that even possible?

Can you fail at failing?

What?

A tendril of darkness traces across your reflection. Your actual reflection.

A knock at the window, again.

It's you.

You cannot hear what you say, but you read your own lips. Or at least, you try to.

"Escape."

Escape?

"Escape."