I looked at the face, as it looked at me. It's magic numbers mutate and ask what I should see. 9 p.m. changes from a phone to the image of an older brother. 4:30 a.m. starts out black, blurry, and fades to flourescent water. 2 p.m. is the post office, a stupid song coming from nowhere that can't be turned off in slow, reluctant traffic. However, the double one's are jokers, and bring a wild-card war with them. Imaged in front of the bathroom mirror with contact solution in hand, I notice something behind me. Ah, I see and beckon the battle as midnight showings creep, and hot tub friends threaten. Spinning around I hack and slash--thrust my toothbrush in for the kill but the movie-ticket-sheild is quick! The room fills with cholrinated steam and suffocates my vision. Kidnapped. They won tonight and I won't escape to see my mirrored face swishing mouthwash until the watch hides 2. But this time, it shows a brighter smile.
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