It was like staring into a mirror. The woman was the spitting image of me. She was brown with long curly hair, and freckles scattered across her cheeks. She smiled, and it looked like my smile.
I tilted my head to the left, and she copied the movement. I released a sigh of relief, thinking that it truly might just be my reflection and that I was just staring into a mirror. Then she laughed. The sound didn’t come from me.
Her laugh sounded identical to mine, but it wasn’t mine. She might look exactly like me, but she wasn’t me. She sobered up and straightened her posture before coming towards me.
I try to back away from her, but my feet were rooted in place. She got closer, a friendly smile in place as she came to a stop about two feet away from me. She was real, well, as real as she co
