attention is brought back to his reflection again. He puts the sword away slowly, still on alert, and stands there looking at himself.

He still felt hungover and nauseous but he holds himself up tall and pull his shoulders back.

I remember when my muscles where finally starting to develop. I couldn’t pass a reflective surface, never mind a mirror, without having a look and seeing if it was all still there. As if it would go away easily if I didn’t keep checking. I beat myself up over it for a while, questioned my narcissism, but I worked hard for it so I was going to enjoy it and be proud of my achievements.

I put in some serious gym time to get in shape so this was well earned. I used to love it… until I moved here.