Losing track of time

It is 830 in the morning and I realise that I am already running late for my 10 am appointment. I believe it is one of those days when you get up on the wrong side of the bed, for I am never late for my meetings. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself into the mirror. That is when i believe that i lost track of time. I stand there staring at myself and starts wondering about everything that has happened to me over the past couple of years. As always it starts with my love life, which i believe has hit rock bottom. I look around the room hoping to hear some sort of sound, only if to appease my mind, i strain my ears to hear someone call my name. Nothing, it was just me and the image of what could have been me a long time ago.
The image staring at me from the mirror suddenly disappears. I take this as a figment of my imagination and tell myself that I am right there staring at the mirror and my image starting back at me. I see it again, but this time I am not looking at a figure in the bathroom. The background is pitch black, as if life does not exist at such a place. Normally this would have scared the hell out of me and i would have come back to reality, but not today. I think i wanted to go with the tide, of fly with the wind. I believe i wanted to lose that thread or knot with reality. I believe i was going insane at that particular moment. I liked it and i did not care.
I still remember the eyes staring back at me, but not the face. I like to believe that it was mine, i cant be sure at this point of time though. Yet i would place my bet on the face not being mine. The face was too rugged, too cruel, too inhumane to be mine. It had that animal like quality which is not usually associated with humans. I think it could have been the devil in me, or was it the angel in me? Either way, it was telling me something, and from the look on his face i think he was saying something serious. I could feel the gravity in the eyes, the seriousness on the menacing lips. How could i tell him that I can only see the movements, not hear him? Would it have been apt in a situation like that?Maybe i was a little frightened by then, for I could not manage a single word.
Snap....
the bell rings....
it's my room-mate, waiting for me at the door....
If only i knew what was happening to me could i do something about it...