Before I opened my eyes, I felt the fabric beneath me. Getting up, I carried myself by my neck, then threw my arms out infront of me. I fell into the mirror and saw the tall mountains on my shoulders, reaching past to my back. I saw how my arms were stone, down to my wrists. Next, my hands; they were golden and carved, my fingerprints were swirling. Quickly, I looked to my face and nearly fell back. It was all so heavy. I inched closer to my reflection and peered into my eyes. They were pools of silver, reflecting back and back and back. My stomach was an ocean, with each step I felt the crashing of waves within me. I noticed then I was a living sculpture, created in the sky among the dust.
