I stabbed myself in the retina, once again, with my eye liner pencil. Mirror-Moi winced and admonished my clumsy cosmetology.
I retaliated, "You're the one who keeps moving! My shoulder is still stiff from the hospital."
I shook out the lingering soreness from my left arm and waited as the reflection in my magical vanity completed his dramatics. Once he finished rubbing his poked eye, our images paired up again and we continued to delicately apply the inky makeup with the sharp stylus.
My reflection cocked his head and leaned in close to his side of the looking glass, as though to share a very special moment with me. "You never did tell me exactly what happened to land you in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder..."
