Another day, another moment where you look at the picture you had ordered a while ago, which you are pretty sure by now is a mirror. At least, if there wasn't that one slight problem with that theory. It was called the one of the woman inside that mirror. You bought on a used pictures site as a way to give your new home a bit of ambiance, as the French call it. Anyhow, it still works as one, despite the weird oddities around it, if only you didn't have the feeling of being stared at and not being that sure if the eyes always were in the same position. You begin to prepare your breakfast.