Bathroom Windows.

A window, I don't like windows, but what is a window? Really?

Is a window just a glass form that you place on your wall so you can see how the outside looks today? Or are windows something more? What about bathroom windows? Do you really think I'm talking about windows?

Here's the thing, bathroom windows. That's my metaphor for bathroom mirrors.

So I received a mirror my wife ordered a couple of weeks ago, beautiful mirror. It cost me $200 but sure, we're going to use it.

We replaced our old mirror with it, and after that I took a shower. Normally I don't shower that long, but this time, I took my time. I thought about stuff, my life, job, work, wife, dinner, car, TV, everything really. But then I was interrupted by my wife knocking on the door, she needed to go to the bathroom immediately, bit odd, I replied:

"Use the other bathroom upstairs, I'm in the shower, Jessica!"

-"No, it doesn't work! It's been plugged again, let me in. Now!"

I couldn't let her in, I'm all soaped up, wet, and it's full of steam in here.

"I can't let you in Jessica, you'll simply have to wait!"

Then she stopped knocking, she didn't even reply. But I couldn't hear footsteps walk away either, so she was standing outside waiting? Uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.

But I continued showering but as far as I know she just stood there, I eventually got enough since it was kinda creeping me out, she haven't acted like that before. Not that it's really a strange thing to do, but it's not like her..

I took the towel and I dried myself off. As I turned around, I noticed that the mirror we bought didn't have any steam on it. I'm not saying that everything should have steam, but it was odd since unlike Jessica, I don't put on the vent when I shower. At a second glance, I saw there was something on it, there actually was steam... In the shapes of palms.

I took a step back, I asked Jessica if she had been in here, but she was standing outside! But she didn't answer me. I called her again and again.

"Jessica! Answer me god dammit, have you been in here or not!?"

No answer, still. But then she started knocking.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Seriously, is my wife a psycho? But she wasn't.

I heard the door open in the hall.

"Baby, I'm home! Are you in the shower?"

So here's my question, who was outside? Whose palm prints were in the mirror?

And who's behind you smiling?