I washed my face and looked into the mirror. There I saw my reflection with an evil grin leering back at me. I don't remember having such a twisted face I thought, nor do I revel in wickedness  with such glee. The image reached through the gateway and attempted to pull me in. I fought for a moment, but then decided to take a chance. As I slipped through the looking glass into the other world, somehow things felt familiar to me. I saw the razor that cuts me and the pills that calm me. I looked at my other self and it just leered back at me. I pondered how I could relate, then I tried to touch the other me and it rippled. As it became distorted, I felt a pain in my own chest. I looked back at the mirror and saw myself once again looking at the distorted reflection as it leered back at me with an evil grin. So now I am twice as confused, did I change places with my inner self, or did my inner self change places with me?