The Mirror

***Maeve Thorne***

I wake up to the loud thumping of my own heartbeat. It hammers against my ribcage, echoing in the silence of my bedroom. I press a palm to my chest, shut my mouth tight, and force myself to breathe through my nose. Sweat coats my forehead. My white t-shirt clings to my damp skin.

I scan the room. Familiar paintings hang on the walls. Clothes lie scattered on the floor. Books