The mirror

It all seems like waking up from a dream.
She's trying to open her eyes to feel the pale reflection of the light from the mirror, which locates approximately a step forward ahead of her and she can reach upon by simply rising up and stretching her hand. "Yes, it is a mirror", touching the coldness surface with her slim and warm fingers, she thinks to herself and feels tranquil with the affirmative sensation.
Watching the mirror consciously, she moves her hand along from the sere hair, the unshaped eyebrow, the pallid lips, and the skinny neck to the flat bust where she finally stops and feels the weak heart beating. She closes her eyes and tries hard to remember why she's here and how long she's been standing still. However, the blankness of her brain fails her and she gives up a further attempt.
Slowly, she widens her solemn black eyes and looks right straightly into the mirror where not a vague shadow but completely murky darkness she can see. A sudden thought comes in her mind that she's a blind.
She's been a blind and staying here since some one took away her walking stick which her life depends on.  "I'm a blind. Sure, I'm a blind." murmuring to herself in a low voice, she spreads a smile on her face and sips the fact without a second thought. She refuses to ponder any reason of her blindness but simply accept as is because she realized she would always see the beautifulness and only the beautifulness she prefers to see. She felt relieved and delight when she came to aware of this as well as her heart is fulfilled with thankfulness for the mirror woke her to the fact.
She finally decides to close her eyes again and keep standing still when she recognizes her solid and inevitable relations with the mirror.
She fully understands that she won't leave the mirror for she knows the mirror is deep in her and the mirror will still reflect the fact of her blindness from the very back even though she turns around and tries to leave.