RDP Monday: OLDER

Today I looked into my bathroom mirror

and I said to the slightly worn  face,  shrouded in mist and droplets of cool water,

” Who are you? Are you me? Are you Anita?  ”

The face in the mist did not not reply.

It looked at me sternly.

I asked again.

” Who are you? ”

And then the face, shrouded in mist and a lot of years  put it’s hand against the glass,  it pushed it’s face against the mirror and then it did not ask as much as it demanded to know

” What the Hell are you and where is Anita? ”