“Almost,” says my boss, throwing me a cloth. “Just wipe the mirror down.”
I look at the square of silver above the sink.
“Is it a mirror?” I ask her, “Or is it a portal to an alternate universe?”
“Get on with it,” she says, pushing the cleaning trolley. “One more room to go.”
I lift my finger and tap the sheen with one nail.
My alternate self taps back. And then I feel her – nail on nail. Skin on skin.
Outside, my boss sings off-key.
We both climb in the sink. Then, with one jump, we swap worlds.
© Joanna Rubery 2017