The eyes peer at me through the mirror, lit from below. Two eyes, an angularly-shadowed nose, and the lights from distant buildings are all I can see, the two pinpoint candles in the eyes burning, burning, burning as they sink into the darkness.
The eyes are mine, and in the hazy-red darkness, I decide to feast on unexpected dinner.
It began like this: I forgot the key to the front door.
It ended like this: "Auuuuugh!"
And in the aftermath, I sit in my tiny car (the motion detecting lights have long gone off), updating my website via the house's wireless base station, looking at my eerie visage in the rear-view mirror, lit from below by the laptop screen.
Life is weird. I was going to make a sandwich inside, but I think I'm going to eat out now.
Good thing I have money in my pocket. I'll come back after dad comes in from work.