20 days to the end. I stood still in front of the mirror after taking a shower, carefully watching every bit of my reflection. Without having any clothing draping around me, I slowly moved my eyes from one part to another over my reflection.
Spontaneously, I placed my index finders in the corners of my lips, one on each side, stretching them outwards to force a smile on my face. I noticed I had almost forgotten how I looked like when I smiled.
I had my palms facing the mirror in a soft surrender position. Like a slow-motion video, I languidly bent my fingers one by one in an orderly manner. Then I pulled my arms back fluidly, cuddling myself as if I was kept safe in a cocoon.
Closing my eyes, I felt the temperature travel through my flesh and soul. I could hear the wafting of air through my nose, flowing through my veins. And the pulsation of my heart was so loud that it echoed throughout my body. It was like a sacred ritual, assuring me that my existence was still part of the world…