H ave you ever glanced in a mirror and admired, not only your reflection but the grand detail of the small things behind you, how it's not like looking at a mirror, but instead a window, peering into another world? Have you ever wondered what the world would be like on the other side? What if it was your own reflection looking back at you as you're distracted? He picked up another cardboard box from the garage and carried it over to the living room. As he carried it, he looked around the room, admiring it for this would be the last time it would ever look like this, like home, before the move. He wasn't feeling saddened, but instead, he felt comfortable. No place had ever felt more like home than the house he shared with his wife. He sat the box in front of his couch, just next to the coffee table. The table was littered with coasters, as well as little odds and ends things that he'd found on the floor earlier that he wanted to pack, all sitting on top of a checkerb...