i can see...

i'm sitting in the front bathroom going about my business with the door open, as usual. i look up into the mirror and see shortstack bouncing across his bed in the sliver of a view i have into his bedroom.

'i can see you jumping on the bed.'
'no, you can't'
'is that because you're not jumping anymore?'
'no--you're just looking at yourself. i can see you.'