“The Girl in the Mirror”
“The Girl in the Mirror”
The mirror in the dorm bathroom fogs before I even breathe. Sometimes, there’s writing in the steam—words I didn’t write, in a language that looks almost like mine.
by Cristina Davenport
I’m 19 and. I wake up almost every night at 3:33 a.m. with the same dream: empty streets, smoke, laughter and screams that don’t belong together. I created this blog to record what I see when I close my eyes. I’m not looking for fame or answers. I just want to understand what’s been chasing me since childhood. If you dream too… maybe this place is for you.
“The Girl in the Mirror”
The mirror in the dorm bathroom fogs before I even breathe. Sometimes, there’s writing in the steam—words I didn’t write, in a language that looks almost like mine.
by Cristina Davenport
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