Mirror Image

I first noticed her a few years ago when she thought I wasn’t looking. An insignificant bother more than anything else, and if I hadn’t been paying attention, she would have gone un-noticed altogether. Then as quickly as she came, she was gone, and I forgot all about her. But jeepers, here she is again and not so much as a care if I notice!

The old woman has returned to make herself just a little too comfy, wearing my cozy pink slippers and soft chenille robe. All the while creating havoc, misplacing my belongings, taking-in all my clothes, and even going so far as to distort all the mirrors in my house so when I look in them, it’s her reflection I see instead of my own. Oh, and just yesterday? I could swear she snuck into my room, while I was napping mind you, and put some white goop in my hair.

What? What was that? Did I just see a smirk? And, OMG, did you just roll your eyes? You think I’m making this up? Well darling, take heed because I do believe, from what I’ve overheard, the old woman has friends. That's right. So don't get too relaxed, as you'll be dealing with your own uninvited guest soon enough. Then we'll just see who's rolling what...........

Oh, leaving so soon?

Wait a minute, is that a discoloration on the skin I see? There. Right there on the back of your hand. And, oh my, is that a smudge of gray splashed in your hair?

Don’t back away...
it’s right.....right there.

NOT so funny any more, is it?






me and the spousal unit about 30 years ago,

and the old woman