Abel felt like his head had passed through a soft membrane.
A mysterious, cold feeling brushed against his face when his head passed through the mirror.
He slowly opened his eyes, his heart gripped by anticipation as well as traces of nervousness.
The sight that greeted him left him stunned!
"So this… is the world beyond the mirror!" He muttered in amazement.
This place was exactly like his bedroom, except…
"Wait a minute." He frowned. "Something doesn't feel right."
He immediately pulled his head back, going through the same feeling of passing through a mystical membrane.
Now, back in the real world, Abel saw that the surface of the mirror was gently rippling outwards. It continued for a second or two before the surface regained its normalcy.
He turned around and looked at his bedroom—carefully looked at it.
To his right, which was east, there was the window. And beside the window, to the right was the washstand with a ceramic basin and a pitcher.
