You spend long enough in the room to confirm that you are, in fact, a Mirror that is completely incapable of moving,
talking, smelling, tasting, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, flight, clairvoyance, self immolation,
lashing out in anger or even just looking in a different direction.
You feel like you're going to go mad, as you hear footsteps quickly comming closer, shortly before the door swings open.
The first thing you see is a large German Shepherd storming into the room, followed by an angry middle aged Man.
"Get back here you stupid Dog!" he yells as he tries to catch the dog by his collar, misses, and falls to the floor.
The Dog immediatly runs to an armchair next to the bed and starts humping it, as the Man glares at him.
This doesn't seem to be the first time, judging from the scratch marks all over the chair.
"Why do you run here every single time? I should just bring you to the Vet to get neutered!"
The Dog seems unconcerned by the Man's outburst, as he simply continues humping the armchair.
You watch as the Man slowly gets up, curses at the Dog, pats down his clothes and walks over to you.
The Man opens a Drawer below you, pulling out a comb and a few other things you can't quite discern.
He stands infront of you, trying to comb his hair back in place, while quietly muttering under his breath.
"I wish...