Mo and the Magic Mirror

Mo was a bit confused today. He almost made a camomille tea in the morning instead of his usual mint tea. And to make it worse he tried to pour it into in one of his shoes instead of a cup!

He just couldn't really concentrate. There was this dream he had last night that he couldn't stop thinking about. He usually couldn't remember his dreams but this one was different, he remembered all the details and feelings he had. So he figured this must have been a special dream, an important one!

Mo tried to do some simple chores but after he failed to clean the window with the stump of a candle and found himself mopping the floor with his hat, he decided that it's no use. So he sat down in his favorite arm chair by the fireplace and let his thoughts wander back to the dream he had.

He was in a forest. It looked quite like the one Mo passed through on his occasional walks. There was no path but somehow Mo knew which way to go. There was some place he had to go to. So he walked, or rather floated, deeper into the thick forest.

The trees seemed to change their shape the farther he went. They turned from brown to grey and at some point their surface looked more like stone than wood. But Mo didn't wonder about that at all. The weirdest things often seem perfectly normal in dreams.

And suddenly he was there. The forest was gone and Mo stood in a big room that looked like an entrance hall. It was so huge that he couldn't even see the ceiling! Just like before he knew exactly where to go and he went towards a staircase to his left.

The stairs led down and it was quite dark, but Mo was not afraid. It felt like he was on his way to a place where he had already been before, a long time ago, when he was a child. And he was happy to get back there after so many years.

At the end of the staircase he found a door. It was closed and Mo could see no handle. But he reached out with his hand anyways and suddenly a golden door knob appeared.

He stood in a small room now. It was still dark, although there was an open window to Mo's right. Needless to say that he didn't wonder at all about a window to be that far under the earth.

There was something else in the room. A mirror, and there was a warm glow coming from it.

Mo suddenly felt a great joy coming over him and he stepped closer to the mirror. He knew what he would see in it and he couldn't wait!

Of course he saw himself. Up to this point everything was like it should be. The odd thing was that the Mo in the mirror looked completely different from the one in front of it!

Usually when Mo looked into a mirror he just saw a pale face with a grey hat on it. But this Mirror-Mo was completely covered in colors! His hat was blue and green, his face and body were yellow, orange and pink! And there seemed to be a golden glim all around him!

But Mo didn't wonder about that at all (at least not while he was dreaming). It was like meeting a dear old friend, one that he had missed for a long time.

He felt such overwhelming joy and happiness in his heart! He wanted to hug his friend, his dear old friend Mo! He took another step towards the mirror. He reached out and Mirror-Mo did the same on the other side of the glass.

Their hands almost touched each other and Mo felt his heart beating in his chest. He had waited for this for so long, it was like he had finally found his missing part again!

And then the scene changed. Mo was in another room now, lying in a bed, the sun gently shining through the curtains. He blinked and then he realized.

This wasn't a dream anymore, he had woken up.

He sighed. What a wonderful dream that had been! He could still feel the joy in his heart. Oh, he wanted to go back to sleep and dream that dream again!

His world suddenly felt a bit empty, like there was something important missing now, but he couldn't really figure out what it was.

He spent almost the entire next day sitting in his arm chair thinking about it and remembering the happiness he had felt in his dream.

But eventually he got back to his everyday life and the strong feeling of emptiness slowly faded among his daily routines.

However, the memory and the questions stayed with him.

From time to time something reminded him of the dream; when he was walking in nature enjoying all the beautiful little things around him, or when he had a friendly encounter with someone who inspired him. In those moments he almost felt the same joy he had when he had seen his colorful self in that mirror.

So maybe it is that simple, Mo thought. Maybe if I just keep doing the things that fill my heart with happiness I'm gonna find my missing part someday.

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Year of creation: 2021