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Pretense

Natasha.

I walked to the mirror at the dressing table and I looked at my face. For a sec, I saw the faces of the two replicas of me in the mirror instead of my reflection.

I blinked, startled for a while and I looked and walked to the windows, rolling up the window blinds so the room could be brighter and less stuffy.

What did that dream mean?? My dreams always manifested in reality I have absolutely no idea what this one means.

I sighed, giving up and I walked back to my dressing table.

I was not wearing the same dress I wore on the day...