Sighing, on the third attempt of opening the bathroom door without getting dirty suds on it, I decided to stop trying. Just opening the door with my dirty hands, I proceeded to turn on the tap.
Right is hot, left is cold.
Hot burns germs away more efficiently…
Turning the right handle as far to the left as it could go; I shoved my hands under the faucet. The water was luke-warm at first, but gradually got hotter the longer my hands were under. Though I knew this, I also knew that in a little while, I wouldn't be able to feel the hotness anymore. Savoring the warmness on my cold, dirty hands, I looked up to the mirror. The picture was odd; my blue eyes bore into each other, narrowed, as if the reflections were enemies. I had gotten so preoccupied with the mirror; I hadn't realized when the water had gotten to an uncomfortable temperature. Yet, I couldn't seem to make my eyes move away from my image. The image began to change, though, and it was as if the picture had gotten a slight red tint to it. Though, I noticed, the slight red tint had gotten darker the hotter the water got. Then I realized what I had somehow not noticed before. What was odd about the picture; was that my reflection was smiling at me. An almost forced looking, deep smile. I hadn't started smiling had I?
No, I couldn't feel the pressure on my molars or pulling on my ears as I would normally if I smiled. This reflection was not me. The reflection started to change, the face became slightly wider, and cheek bones more defined, as if I was looking at a slightly older me. As if I was looking into the future. Of course, this was not true, that is not possible. My fingers were burning, I knew they were unusually hot, but the mirror's image would not let me go. I let out a whimper sound and truly knew then that I was in no way smiling. I blinked at myself, coming out of the trance, pulling my hands out of the water and staring at them. Sure enough, multiple blisters covered the whole of my hands, dropping down to past my wrists, though I don't remember putting my wrists in the water. Overfilled with fear of the mirror and my hands, I screamed. I'm not sure when the screams turned into laughter, but they did. And I couldn't stop. I kept laughing and smiling, until, looking back in the mirror, I recognized myself. My reflection looked exactly like me.