Too much me
In the shiny, silver dial on the washing machine, I saw my reflection. I bent down, pulled out one of the drawers below the bathroom counter, and took out a box of floss.
While flossing, I looked closer at the dial.
The dial reflected the mirror on the opposite wall, in which there were two reflections of me—one in the mirror (with his back turned) and the other standing in front of the mirror (facing forward).
Then I turned and looked at the mirror.
The mirror reflected the dial on the washing machine, in which there were two reflections of me—one in the dial (facing forward) and the other standing in front of the dial (with his back turned).
At some point, I finished flossing.
I reached over the toilet to throw the floss into the wastebasket and I noticed the lever on the toilet was also reflective. But before I could see any more of me, I ran out of the bathroom with my eyes closed.