I have a friend. She lives in my house.
When I am happy, so is she.
When I cry, she cries too.
But I cannot hear her voice. My friend lives inside the mirror.
“Come out”, I tell her, “we will play”. She does not come out.
I am not happy. I go to sleep.
She comes out of the mirror in my sleep! And we have fun.
We play, we run, we shout, and scream together.
When I talk to her, she also talks to me.
In the morning, my friend will go back into the mirror.
But I don’t mind at all. We will play again in my dreams.