it looked like someone had died.

every mirror had been cloaked in fabric. bathroom, bedroom, hallway. the small one on the nightstand. the decorative tryptich in the living room. the guest bedroom. beside the front door. all those tiny, empty picture frames laid face down. the coffee table and the antique cabinet-- too reflective. the stainless steel appliances would just have to be avoided. he drew the curtains too. just for good measure.

swallow let a deep breath out and he opened his eyes.

( today really wasn't a good day. )