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Descriptive Essay About The Mirror

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I opened my eyes and found myself looking into a sizable mirror atop a colossal mahogany desk. The dark wood was cool and smooth beneath my fingertips and brought goose bumps to my skin. The room was dark but I could still see the rich blue paint on the walls and the classic paintings on the wall. There were paintings by Monet, Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci and other world-renowned artists. I wanted to rush over to the paintings and exam every last detail and commit it to memory. Something pulled me back to the mirror and I was entranced by a pair of eerily similar smoky grey eyes.
Although the eyes are identical to mine, the reflection looking back it me is not my own. The man looking back at me is enormous, taking up nearly the whole mirror. He is muscular and you can see the bulge of his muscles beneath his designer suit. His golden blond hair is longer then I am used to seeing and is halfway down his ears. His hair is streaked in silver which betrays his older age despite his young features. He has dark circles under his eyes that gives away how exhausted and stressed he is. He has a sizable moustache so the stubble on his face means he hasn’t shaved in a few days.
His black suit looked disheveled and he his golden tie haphazardly loosened, but still around his neck. He ran shaky hands through his hair before removing a small black leather box from his pocket and placing it on the desk out of the way. On his left ring finger he wore a white gold wedding band with two small
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