I dreamt there were no mirrors. I was locked in a house and there were no mirrors on the walls, no mirrors on the doors.
I couldn’t see my reflection.
How will I know who I am if I can’t see my own reflection?
I looked behind curtains and under linens and towels, but I couldn’t find any.
I looked out of the windows for my reflection in the sky, in the clouds. Nothing. I watched the sacred space for hours. Nothing.
I figured out how to make my own mirror.
I poured water in a glass bowl. Then, I could see my reflection. I know who I am.
I see. I see me.