My Blue EyeThe mirror reflected the image of me. My face a light tone with slight blush. My slender body still dripping as my towel dries my moist skin. The towel is a pale pink, was once bright but has faded with age. My thin arms move in sync with the signals of my brain to get my hands to grab the towel, as it is about to drop. I stare at this image of myself, dripping and slightly cold. I focus on my face, my hair. It falls down my back and slightly over my right eyes. My left eye still visible, I stare at it with such intensity that I fear it may pop. I stare at my eye, the blue gray tint flickering as light hits it. The pupil small and the whites pure like fresh snow. My eyes focuses again on itself and a chill goes down my back. My eyes are brown.