Late night or not, Penny awoke at just after six the next morning. A quarter-hour of fruitless flopping in bed later, she kicked her sheets aside and rose, grumpily admitting defeat. She knew what was keeping her awake; she’d dreamt about it for the few hours of sleep she’d managed that early morning and could think of nothing else now that she was awake. She briefly considered taking a quick shower and changing into real clothes, but decided she didn’t have the patience. It wouldn’t matter to the people in the mirror anyway. They were all from a distant past when she didn’t yet exist. She could see them just as easily in her pajamas and with her hair in a tangle.
She leaned over the edge of her bed and slid the mirror out from under it. Sitting cross-legged on her unmade bed, she
