The Mirror

Josh woke up this morning, slightly shivering with a stuffy nose. Somewhere in the middle of the night, he kicked off his comforter, and was barely covered by a light blanket. As he glances over at the clock, he realized that he woke up 5 minutes before his three alarms were timed to go off. Reluctant to try and steal a couple minutes of extra sleep, Josh slithers out of bed, resets all the alarms, and trudges into the bathroom to freshen up.

As he walks in, he's greeted by a familiar face. Josh picks up his toothbrush, and right before he starts brushing his teeth, his reflection starts talking to him.

"Hello Josh. Good morning."

"Whoa, who are you?"

"I'm you, silly, is that how you greet yourself everyday?"

"I guess I haven't really thought about how to greet myself."

"Well, don't you have to deal with yourself the most? Why haven't you thought of this?"

"Hmm..."

"Honestly, I'd think my other half would have more smarts than to ignor--"

The reflection's conversation was cut short by Josh starting to brush his teeth. Not only did he silence his reflection, he gained some valuable quiet thinking time on what the reflection had to say. How do I greet myself everyday? Do I really know myself? Do I change from day to day? These things bothered Josh, but he couldn't risk stopping, where the reflection could start yapping again. As he swished out the toothpaste and wiped his face with a warm towel, Josh's reflection cried out, "Remember to be true to yourse--"

Josh already turned and walked away, out of sight of the mirror. One thought ran through his mind: Do I really know myself well enough to know how to greet myself?