I walked my slighy tired sleepy feel one at a time in crocs with a heel catch. I love a sandle catch.
Down the tan carpeted windosed staircase… I see 2, the around looking at the window with tv promise, I see my self.
The mirror as an invention- hmmm. Water. Polished silver. Glass. Flat fones, a little. I think no matter how often they do it, gazers at their own image are not narcissistic in the evil sense.
So on, past floor 1. Turn 180°. The out door. Done.