Trapped Inside a Swirling Spiral

As I walked out of the shower, the warm puffs floated around me. I took a hairdryer out of the drawer. Standing in front of the washstand, I silently watched myself in the mirror.

It had been ages since I got to see my own reflection and I recalled something I almost forgot; the mirror never lies. And yet, be it that the large mirror intimidated me by the size, or that I just couldn't believe so many changes I saw on it, I almost didn't recognize myself.