Horns: A little love, a little evil, lots of good reading
This morning, when you got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom, the same face that's greeted you on hundreds of mornings stared back at you in the mirror.
Same eyes, although bleary and not quite open. Same hair, more or less (perhaps literally). The cheeks, lips, yawn, all familiar.
Yep, that's you in the mirror. You're the same as you were last night, only a little rumpled.