The room I'm in is simple, nothing out of the ordinary nor anything to call of concern. But the only peculiar object in my room is a large mirror. It covered a small section of my wall, and to be honest, I didn't care. I simply liked it because I could see myself, and use it to check all of my angles.
I looked into the mirror, and I saw myself. I looked into my own eyes, before I took one long look at my own body. I frowned, because I didn't like what I see... so I went to my desk and pulled out clay with paint. After, I went back to my mirror and begin to mold it. It felt so nice to see my face changing before my eyes, I looked better, and the soft clay felt so nice on my skin. But I wasn't just satisfied with the plain grey color that the clay provided, so, I began to paint my new mask. I felt so free, it felt right to try and paint my new face to whatever I desire. In the end, I liked what I saw. My first mask came out better than I expected, and oh how I can't wait to show it to th