This has no date but it does have an illustration. While there was some creative license taken, the bit about talking to my reflection is true, but that was a different mirror.

A Mirror on my Dresser

The old mirror on my dresser is a shadowbox. I talk to my reflection whenever I am alone in the house. Sometimes my reflection and I get upset with one another because we are always trying to say the same things at the same time. We gave up saying “jinks, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten you owe me a bottle of pop” whenever we say the same thing because, as I told you earlier, we always say the same thing at the same time and we always end up leaving angry as we owe each other 22,500 bottles of pop so far.

There are shelves on the mirror and I have knickknacks all over it. Here is a picture of it:

The mirror itself does not talk too much, except to the wall when the wall complains about the mirror being too heavy, or it talks to the dresser, warning it to watch out below because it feels its screws getting loose. Sometimes it gossips to the floor or the door about things happening around the room, as it can’t see or hear farther than the door.

Here is a real picture of part of it. And it was above my bed, not part of my dresser, however the room may have been rearranged after this photo was taken. I am sure I wasn’t eleven when I wrote this, despite the childish drawing above. I was probably more likely thirteen or fourteen. I also just noticed that I gave the drawing too many shelves.