Reflection (Micro prose)
There was nothing better than to cherish the gorgeous lady who was gazing back at
me with sparkling, sapphire blue eyes.
Seeing the edges of her lips curl up into a sweet smile made my stomach flutter
violently. I could see it in the look that bore on her face- she was begging for me to
shower her with affection. My heart ached to embrace her, caress her, feel her warm
lips against mine.
Alas, I finally put the mirror down. There was no point in dreaming of the
impossible. After all, it was only a reflection.