When you're a mirror, it's kind of incredible to see what happens before you. I've seen the biggest smiles, the funniest dance routines, cutest couples, worst heartbreaks and running makeup, and so many other incredible things along with some unsightly ones.

But these days I don't see anything new. All I see now is the thickening layer of dust in the attic as it slowly blinds me. Man, if I had a body, I'd sigh or groan out of sheer boredom.

Sometimes, when it's raining like it is now, I reminisce about my first owner. He was a funny boy and it was startling, to say the least, to see him grow into a man.

I remember a speech he'd recited a thousand times over in preparation for a girl when he was in his sophomore year. Once, I had seen her and she was a very cute girl with a bubbly personality. Now I can picture her pulling his unruly curls up and trying them into a ponytail while she giggled and he made an annoyed face.

If I had a body, it would be smiling.

From downstairs, I hear yelling and giggling. A party, I presume. Just as I think this, the attic opens and a teenage girl climbs up the ladder before pulling them back up. "So noisy." She mumbles while pushing her hair behind her ear.

Her earrings reflect the light I reflect, drawing her attention to me. After all this time, it's so odd to see someone again. My, how the style has changed in the time I've been in the attic.

"Wow," I hear her breath as she stares at me. She trails one of her hands along my frame and the other over the counter I'm built into. "It's so pretty!"

Being a mirror, it's bizarre to hear those words directed at me. I usually hear the 'you look great!' which was always directed to the one in front of me or someone calling themselves gorgeous before an event. But none of these had ever been directed at me. I mean, why would they be? I'm just a mirror. I'm the one always showing you what's there.

I think if I had a body I would cry or smile or cheer with glee all for this one girl.