Sally didn't know where the mirror came from, it just appeared to her bedroom one day like it had always been there. It wasn't the most impressive thing, the glass was dirty and it made her reflection wavy, but it did the job.
She looked at the mirror every day, not knowing that it was waiting for her, waiting for the chance to use her, just waiting for the day he could reach out and make her its own.
That day came one sunny afternoon when Sally looked at her reflection and let out a sight. "I wish I was..."