Travis didn’t think that he could take any more of this.

“I don’t know if I can take any more of this,” he said aloud to the mirror. The mirror just stared at him. What the hell.

Travis looked around. There was a mirror here, and nothing else. Just white for as far as the eye could see, but it was all so white he couldn’t even tell how far that was. Could be three feet or three miles. The mirror wasn’t very personable and there wasn’t anyone else around. But it was better than nothing. The never-ending expanse of nothingness invaded his thoughts and he had to focus on the mirror to stay sane. Look at the mirror.

“Hello,” the mirror said. So much for sanity.

“Hi.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” the mirror screamed.

“It was a fucking beautiful day before you started on me,” Travis muttered, and  lapsed into furious silence as the mirror started fading, the white becoming darker as the mirror got further away. Finally, it was pitch black and he could see and hear nothing. The silence was deafening. He screamed and heard nothing, beat himself with his fists and felt nothing. Existence, it seemed, had stayed with the mirror. At least it was peaceful here.

“Hello,” said the darkness.