Reflection by James W. Miller

Brandon wishes he could grow up faster, and thanks to his bedroom mirror, he does. Image generated with OpenAI The boy stood in front of his tall, slim, wall-mounted bedroom mirror, grinning like he would for a picture. The jittery adrenaline of childhood wouldn't let him linger there long. He stood on his tiptoes, tall as he might be next year, stretching towards eagerly anticipated growth. In his peacocking, he slipped and fell forward, right into the glass. Except the glass accepted him like water, and he slipped through to the other side, leaving silver ringlets circling outwards from the point of contact. He fell onto the floor of the bedroom in the mirror. Wide-eyed, he looked around at his new world, exactly like his old world, exactly what he had seen in the reflection. The mirror still shimmered behind him, casting dancing light. "Brandon! Dinner!" came his mom's voice from downstairs. But it wasn't his mom's voice, because this wasn...