I've got to say that it wasn’t my intention when I decided to put my hand on the white vintage mirror that was abandoned near my home. It doesnt have any flaws around it except for it looking a bit old-- but still, it is still looking pretty to be abandoned like this.

It was the same day when I accidentally break the mirror in my room- and the next thing I knew is that I already ask my dad to bring it home for me.

..and thats how I end up having the mirror with me.

I do find something strange with it on the first day having it in my room. Other than how the mirror was covered with many layers of papers and cloth, there was a letter in the drawer but I couldn’t find out what is really written as it looks like some scribbles- badly written letters and I just throw it away with no other thoughts.

The next thing is a never ending repeated dreams. It wasn’t vivid but familiar places and people keep appearing in my dreams. Sometimes a pretty dream, sometimes a bad one where I will wake up with sweats on my forehead. Even if the dream still looking familiar to me, I don’t remember any of it once I’m awake. The dream also doesnt bother me at all- as I thought everyone had the same thing going on with their life like this.

I guess thats why it never come across my mind- that there is something about the mirror. Something-- someone is there looking for me. I use it as my everyday rou