A Free writing on "THE DAY I BECAME INVINCIBLE"
It was an ordinary morning, one of those days that blends into the rest, until it wasn’t. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, the usual hum of life outside my window. Nothing seemed unusual, at least not at first. I slipped out of bed, walked over to the mirror, and that’s when I realized—my reflection was gone.
I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, thinking it was just a trick of light, but the mirror remained stubbornly empty. I waved my hands, patted my face, felt my heartbeat quicken, but no matter how much I moved, there was no trace of me. Panic gripped me, but curiosity followed close behind. I was invisible.
I moved to the door and opened it cautiously, stepping outside into the world like an unseen ghost. The wind brushed against me, cool and real, yet no one turned to look. I walked down the street, weaving through the crowd, my heart racing with the knowledge that I could do anything—and no one would ever know.
The day unfolded in a strange dance of freedom and isolation. I slipped into places I’d never dared go before: I entered rooms meant for the powerful, listened in on secrets I wasn’t meant to hear. I watched people as they moved, laughed, and talked, all while I stood there, unseen and unnoticed.
At first, it felt exhilarating, like I had been gifted the ultimate power. I could move without consequence, live without being seen, no expectations, no judgments. But as the hours stretched on, the novelty faded. The loneliness began to creep in. There’s something about not being seen, about being a shadow in a world of light, that makes you realize how much you long to be acknowledged, to be known.
By evening, the excitement had worn off, replaced by an ache I hadn’t expected. I wanted to be seen again, to be heard. It wasn’t the power I craved, but connection. I wandered through the city, watching life unfold without me, wondering if I’d ever be a part of it again.
As the night fell, I returned home, hoping that somehow, sleep would restore me. I lay in bed, invisible to the world, feeling more alone than I had ever felt before. And when I woke the next morning, I rushed to the mirror, half terrified of what I’d find.
But there I was, reflected back at me, visible once more. I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it all, but the feeling stayed with me—a reminder that, in the end, we all need to be seen.