Fabricated heaven. This was it. The suburban dream.
Although this wasn't the suburbs. This was hell. Don't get me wrong here -i'm not speaking of it as something bad, the exact opposite, actually.
"The suburban dream"? Behind the mirror i sat laughing. *Pttff* "Who came up with that??"
I shouldn't have poked fun the idea, I had known that my whole life. As the questionably humorous thought grew milder in my brain, and i calmed myself, i acknowledged my location. I had sat laughing hard and loud enough to scare myself (and probably others) in a public library. I guess everyone at the damn place knew me by now. They would recognize my face. Downtown. Everyday. I guess I were the one fairly fabricated. How ironic. Instead of thinking what i would do next, i wondered why there was a mirror in the library. Everyone was silent. Everyone stared. Ha.