Brave Little Toasters- Mikaela Gatewood

She stares.

All she does is stare. Whether it's to poke a small black wand in her eye or to fix the crazy amount of fluff around her head, she continually stares. It's an intimidating fixation, her eyes never relenting the self critical gaze that passes my front every day. It's a daily examination of what needs to be fixed, prodding and fidgeting until the acceptable look is achieved. She studies her own features like an art student studying a painting, often spending more time than necessary analyzing. The occasions when she isn't adjusting herself, but instead flitting around cleaning or gathering her clothes off the floor, her eyes are usually drawn back for small fractions of time. Her fascination doesn't quite resemble vanity, more as it does curiosity. An inevitable desire to see herself as the world sees her, never fully wrapping her head around the image she gives off. She achieves nothing by doing this, but seeks everything by looking. It's a strange existence; a girl so caught up in what the world sees all she does is look at herself. But I suppose that's what mirrors are for, right?