Reflection Part 2.

  I gasp as I slip through the mirror. Its surface breaks into ripples like water as I pass. The air on the far sight is softer, sweeter, with flecks of golden light floating through it. I gasp, the taste of perfect freedom dancing on my tongue, the beautiful air swirling through my lungs, filling me with a sense of joy I’ve never had before.

 Laughing aloud, the dimness of the sound surprises me. My laughter echoes through the mist.

 

 The mirror girl pulls me further into the world of Reflection.

 

She points into a pool. I hadn’t noticed it before, but there it is none the less, its sparkling water shining in this strange light. I gasp again at the sight of my face.

 

  Perfectly shaped, it fits hers now. I stare in amazement at the change in myself. Even my old brown sweater and jeans have somehow turned to beautiful white lace gown. The difference is shocking, but logical. In this magical place it would not do to be seen in jeans and an old brown sweater.

 

It feels like years pass as I gaze down into my own captivating face. Maybe years have passed. The past is a dream.

 

At last I turn to my Reflection. I try to speak, but suddenly I have no words, and none seem necessary. Her eyes speak to me, and for a long moment we talk through our pupils and lashes and irises and souls. For the eyes are the window to the soul, and soul-speak seems to be the common language in this country.

 

Those ruby lips finally open.

 

 “Welcome.”

 

Her voice is music. Something tells me mine will be too, here in this world of beauty.

 

  “Where is this place?” I ask, and, as I expected, my words drift out like chords of perfect harmony.

 

  “You have come through the Door Into the Mirror. This is the Mirror where we now stand.”

 

She motions with her hand to the country around us and my eyes sweep the landscape. It was a giant golden terrace dripping in water and covered in fountains cascading down as far as one could see. We seem to be at the top.

 

  I look back through the door and see in surprise my grandmother’s basement and the dust rag I had dropped lying on the floor.

 

  The silence clogging my ears fades.

 

  “How did I come here?” My tone is incredulous and less musical, although it still echoes throughout this world into every corner.

 

“You came because I came to find you.” For the first time her smile falls away and she looks serious. Clasping my hands in hers, she looks deep into my eyes again. And again I feel my heart breaking at the blue beauty of hers.

 

“I am a part of you, Claire White. I’ve been with you every day of your life. I am you and you are me. And now I’ve asked you to come into the Mirror. I need your help.”

 

  “Who are you?” I whisper.

 

“My name is Clarissa Blanche and I am your Reflection.”