Mira

It's been a long and uneventful Saturday. You slip your pajamas on and go to brush your teeth. All is normal, but suddenly, you notice a faint silhouette behind the curtains in the reflection of your mirror. You keep your eyes on it as the figures shape becomes clearer. You can't help but finally blink as your eyes start to dry. When your eyes flutter open, you see a pale young woman in a nightgown standing at your side, her hands moving to grab your shoulder. You turn around in an instant and back up against the sink as the figure, clear as day, moves in closer to you. She wipes some of her long, unkempt hair out of her face, revealing her piercing red eyes, and in a soft, resonate voice, she finally speaks to you.