The secret mirror

Without being told, she knew she wasn't supposed to look into the secret mirror.  So of course she did.

'There, yes, that looks right to me. I always knew it really. That is me in that mirror, that is more real than the rest of the house outside the mirror, more real than how I appear in the rest of the house. And look, how it exposes the rest of the house - the hollow foundations, the pathetic facades.'

'But the house is all I know. How can I live anywhere else? How can I really believe in anywhere else?'

A hand reached out of the secret mirror and grabbed her...