In a fit of pique I throw the book at the mirror and it floats through rather than breaking it.
Pity, I really wanted to break it.
Wondering, I step up and put my hand on the glass. It seems to float through as well. It doesn't feel strange, so I step up onto the vanity and through the mirror.
Looking back I see that the mirror doesn't reflect anymore, it's like a window back into my room. I put my hand on the glass, expecting it to go back through and it doesn't!
I'm beginning to feel more than a bit like Alice, so I step down from the vanity on this side and explore. It can't be my room, it's clean, neat and tidy. Going out into the hallway I decide that I like this house a lot more than the old one, so I stay.
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