Fragment 6

Robert stands in the bathroom staring at the mirror. He sees his face in front of him, with this blurry dreamy mist floating across it, obscuring his image slightly, like faint clouds of vapour drifting across the glass. The longer he stares, the more the vapour begins to look like some kind of film, or a membrane or something. It looks like something his fingers might be able to tear through. He lifts a hand and thinks about the touching the mirror but changes his mind just before his fingers touch the glass.