She cranked the water off and walked over to the sink to look at herself in the mirror, her towel around her shoulders.

I wrote a poem about mirrors yesterday, inspired by something I said about them while liveblogging 1.1.

I see your pained expression looking at me
Your baggy, dried-out eyes
Your wild hair sticking out in every direction

You look at me, I look at you

All I do is sit right here

And tell you what I see 

But maybe that’s enough?