Reflection

Bluish white light falling on my face from the phone. There is a new almirah, right behind my bed. In the mornings while lying flat on my stomach and reading or jumping from one app to another, sometimes I look at my reflection, trying to picture how someone else might see me if they came into the room right now. But now, at night, past midnight, I look up and see my reflection- distorted by the blue light from the screen. Eyes shift, it's my eyes, it is my eyes right? Or is it someone else staring at me from the other side, finding courage finally in the darkness. My face doesn't seem like my own, it's just the blurry light- I tell myself. I look into the mirror again, trying to hold my reflection's gaze. Eyes blink.