Reflection

I caught sight of my reflection in the window while riding the T.

First thought: "Wow, I look pretty today."
Second thought: "Hmm, I look different today."
Third thought: "That's not me. That's the reflection of the girl sitting next to me."

I try to cultivate a zenlike calm. Maybe it's working. But somehow I doubt that if I really woke up with a different face, I would react with calm acceptance.