Black Glass

I pressed my hand against the cool, tranquil glass. My reflection was barely recognizable through the fluorescent glares gleaming off the sheet of glass. Closing my eyes, I could feel the blood pulsating through my veins, and I could feel the glass start to warm up. On the other side of the glass was a figure, much taller than me, whose hand was mirrored exactly as mine except on the opposite side. The warmth stretched up and captivated each and every nerve cell up through my neck. Soon enough, my entire body was numb and my eyes were locked on the figure's. My head rolled from shoulder to shoulder, and I felt a rush of adrenaline flood my body. A ghost of a smile was placed on the figure's face, and then a black sheet was thrown over my head.