Away from the noise, she still locks the door to her room.

She sits before the mirror, as she has always done since she was a child.

Staring into her own eyes, she has often hoped to awaken a spirit within the reflection, to have the image converse with her.

A reflection of the self with the power to untangle knots and grant its owner the chance to cast away all that has burdened them for years, all that has weighed heavy on their chest without ever being spoken— not even once—to the right person.

Perhaps the soul’s confession to itself is a dream many of us share: that the self might suddenly materialize, allowing one to bare their truth and lay it all open without fear or shame.