3/19/2016

Through the looking glass

As every cat, Mooris likes knitting on Sunday evenings next to his radiator while drinking a good cup of tea. 
Once he was making a wool hat when he saw two twinkling lights moving through a mirror. 
Mooris stared and realised that they were the eyes of another cat who was spying him, from his mirror!
-How can it be possible?


He left his knitting needles and aproached his mirror, but instead of seeing himself aproaching, he saw the other cat standing and gently moving his tail.
While Mooris stood surprised in front of the mirror, the other cat, exactly as him, glanced back smiling. 
Mooris moved his paw but without any response from the other side. Then, he touched the mirror, but it was no longer solid! When he realised, he was on the other side.
-Welcome sir! - Mooris listened next to him- I'm Siroom the Cat, welcome to my house.
-I'm Mooris the Cat. How could I...? How could this happen to me?
-Come with me, I'll explain you everithing.


Mooris the cat followed him. He was in a house that was like his house but everything was reversed: right was left and left was right.
-As every cat -Soorim explained- I have a geat scientific curiosity and I like to expend my Saturday mornings in my laboratory mixing ingredients or playing with atoms while drinking a good cup of coffee.
-I've never done anything like that!
-But you'll like to know about my latest invention, this juice - told him showing some tubes- is a key! They allow you to be free form your mirror companion so now you can do everithing you want instead of copying my movements.
-You must be wrong! It's been always you who follow my movements!
-Is it true, Mooris? How can you know?


This words stayed echoing in Mooris mind, when everything began to duplicate arround him as if this laboratoy were a shattering mirror and as if he were falling donwn and down...
-It was all a dream! Said Mooris relieved, awakining in his sofa next to the radiator. He looked back at his mirror to see his reflection glancing back and imitating his movements, as it should be. But... wait, did his reflection just winked him an eye? 
Text by Daniel Carvajal.