The image in the mirror changed as I leaned in towards it..

I was looking down at a field, small children were racing across uneven turf, cheered on by parents. From above they all looked the same but I knew I was the one out in front, I always won, except this time. I looked away knowing what was about to happen. The crack of my tibia was louder than the cheers of the spectators.

As I watched I saw the defining moments of my life. I flushed seeing myself kiss my first girl, badly. I smiled as I won my first fight.

I don’t know how long I stood there, peering into the mirror, hardly blinking. My contact lenses began to dry out and scratch my eyes, but that might have been my imagination.

I got disinterested when the events became more recent, I remembered all this stuff quite well, I was almost bored. Then I saw myself stumbling through a club and making my way into a cubicle. I watched myself peer into a small silver square.

I thought about looking away at that point, as it skipped to the next event.