I woke, had to pee, again; damn this getting old. Perhaps I’d had too much wine. My head ached a little. I stumbled to the kitchen for a glass of water and an aspirin. The house was dark except for the Christmas tree lights. I had been leaving them on since I put it up. I never used to do that but then I never used to have a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit.
Sipping on my water and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a shadow. “Dammit” I thought “Was that a mouse?” I looked again. That was no mouse.
A ghostly hooded creature stood in my living room. She should have scared me enough to make me scream but I was too stunned.
“Who are you?” I asked in a surprisingly normal voice. She didn’t speak but pointed to the mirror that hung in my living room.
I stared at my reflection. The lines on my face were now pronounced; my hair was unkempt and gray. I wondered when I stopped coloring it.
My computer was the only light shining. An open document on the screen entitled My Manuscript, still unfinished.
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