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Narcisa’s been nagging me to get her a full-length mirror for weeks now. She says she needs it to practice her balancing acts and juggling and acrobatic moves with, but I know she just likes to watch herself dance.

I like to watch her dance too, so I got her the mirror, a meter-long full length affair in a cheap wooden frame.

Now she carries it around the house with her everywhere she goes,propping it up in front of herself, looking at herself as she goes through her weird, spun-out days and sleepless nights tweaking and doing whatever the holy fuck it is she does.

She’s spent the last few days up again, all spun out, tongue tied and paranoid, like some bug-eyed zombie ghost. I sat around and sat around waiting for her to reanimate, and… nothing.

Finally I gave up and left her there alone walking around in terrible little circles of doom.                              

After a bowl of hot spicy vegetable soup and fresh bread at the Paderia Santo Cristo, I went home.

I climbed up the little ladder to my loft bed, turned on the classical music channel, and sunk into a fluffy cotton cloud of pillows, drifting away into the happy realms of deep sweet delta unconsciousness. Sleep.

Of course she came back to life around midnight, just when I’d finally fallen out, just in time to wake me out of a sound sleep, dragging my high-flying astral body back down to this accursed bloody, beaten earth.

She’s like some glowing white nocturnal albino moth flying up out of a musty tomb to haunt my nights, wings fluttering eerily at the doors of my own demented psychic perception.

Shit.

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NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.