Her

It's been pretty much the same thing for the past several years. My alarm clock goes off, I wake up, I get out of bed, I stroll across the room and start my day.

'She’ is always there. Against the wall. Waiting. It’s not like she doesn’t know I need to get past. That’s the annoying part. So many times I’ve been tempted to tell her to “just look the other way” or “just turn around”, but I know she’d never listen to me.

I seek my refuge in the bathroom. Do my daily duty, shower, shave, apply antiperspirant, brush my teeth, comb my hair, finally splash on some aftershave and make myself presentable to the outside world. I’ve gotten into the habit of putting my clothes for the day in the bathroom the evening before ... just so I can avoid having to look at her or her seeing me again in such a short time span. Yeah, it’s that bad!

You know, it wasn’t too long ago that this became an issue. I mean, look, I like to think I’m a pretty good looking guy. I take care of myself, eat proper, exercise often and women DO find me attractive. But ever since she’s been here, I’ve felt self conscious about my appearance. As a matter of fact, I know that’s all she thinks about. It’s her mission in life to judge me based solely on my looks. I can tell it in the way SHE looks at ME. And she NEVER says a word!

I’m quite positive that if my bedroom mirror could speak, she’d say “Stop looking at me.”

Needless to say, I’m going to put it in the closet for the time being.