THAT'S IT, I'M GETTING RID OF THE MIRRORS

Once upon a time -
- sorry just quickly, if ever I’m not sure how to get into a story, I’ll start it ‘once upon a time’. 
I do it in real life. As I type, I’m thinking it’s probably quite annoying.

Anyway!

Once upon a time, I was sitting at a large wooden table in a shared workspace, 5 coffees deep, probing the furthermost recesses of my brain for words I might put in whatever I was writing at the time.

What I’m about to say is something I very VERY rarely say out loud, but I felt quite pretty.
I know! Keira Knightley eat your heart out!

I suppose to be specific about it, it wasn’t that I felt especially pretty, but rather I wasn’t feeling insecure about anything. My hair wasn’t in need of washing, my elbows were moisturised, my clothes crease-free.
I felt at peace.
Y’know that Roald Dahl quote; ‘If you think good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.’ It was like that. But I wasn’t even necessarily thinking good thoughts. Not that I was thinking bad thoughts. There were no thoughts really; ol’ empty head Jones, (not the most beneficial headspace for writing).
Oh you know what I mean, I was contentedly existing.

It wasn’t long before the bubble was well and truly burst.