Today was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. I wrote the first thing that came to mind, and that’s it. Tomorrow, will be better. It has to be. Until then.
The mirror was broken, just like him.
An eye here, an ear there, his lips by the corner, withered.
She came inside, soundlessly, swept the shards away and, with a fingersnap, said: “Wake up.”
He opened his eyes, looked into hers, and finally saw the leather collar around his neck. It was a perfect fit.