Rough Morning

When the reflection in the mirror didn’t match the room, he knew something was wrong. It’s not that the ornate gilded frame clashed with the modern decor, nor was the size overly large, and to be honest, the placement fit the feng shui of the room perfectly. No, it had to be the fire demon, spiraled horns and an alligator snout, that he could see in the reflection, the one striding towards him, raising a mallet over its molten lava crown. That’s how he knew something was wrong; and if the demon poised to smash in his head was any indication, today was definitely not his day.