I’m more and more tired. I’m still having the nightmares, and they just get more and more intense. Now I see Uncle Phil mocking me, just like his own reflection was mocking him. And then the nightmare gets fractured, like I am seeing two versions of it. In the other version, Uncle Phil is pleading, begging me to help him. He’s become this shell of a man, terrorised, locked forever in the mirror.
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