Jamie jolted awake, her upper body springing forward into a sitting position like she was the centerpiece to that childhood board game "Don't Wake Daddy". She leapt out of her bed to look at her whole body framed mirror, than after remembering her dream, opted to check in her bathroom mirror instead, without once even glancing in that strange mirrors direction. Once she flips on the light of her bathroom, which is linked to her room in her new apaetment, her tense muscles relax at the sight of the person looking back at her. There she was in the mirror, wearing the same red shirt ,when she looked down at herself she saw the same FILA sports trainers she remembered she didn't bother to take off after a full day of unpacking her stuff into her new apartment. Jamie breathed a huge sigh of relief, her long ears drooping down as she realizes that it must have been some crazy dream. She is still the same anthropomorphic white rabbit girl she's always been.
She was so relieved to see her little rabbit snout with it's cute pink button nose with tiny little whiskers growing out of them. She flashed a toothy smile to her bathroom mirror, admiring her perfectly straight buck teeth, lightly rubbing them with her padded fingers (all five of them) to make sure her smile was as white as her fur. Her pink eyes shifted away from the bathroom mirror over her sink to look down at her long digitigrade legs with their complex running sandals on (geez, she was so tired that she forgot to unfasten her sandals? Those things are for running long distances on the dirty ground, to better guard against dirt, mud, and grime. A women's leg fur must remain beautiful and clean, even when running, every self respecting rabbit of means knows this!), her fluffy white tail poking out of her FILA sweatpants (which were of course a little bigger than her actual measurements to allow her fur to breath underneath the sweatpants).
When Jamie was finally convinced it was all just an elaborate dream and her long nightmare about magic mirrors and humans with magical DiD was over, she headed back into her room with a little bounce in her step, only to stare dumbfounded at the sight in front of her. There in the center of her room, was a broken while body mirror, cover in grime, dust and cobwebs as mirror shards had been scattered about the whole of her bedroom. Perhaps it wasn't just a dream afterall? If the mirror changes anything, but it couldn't change her world anymore, how would she ever know if her world is the same as it always was?
In a panic, she takes out her aPhone from her pocket to check to see if her contacts were the same, to see if her personal timeline on social media sites was the way she remembers it.