When she awoke, sunshine was just creeping into her hospital room from the window. The glare transformed the framed picture on the opposite wall into a mirror. Molly recognized her own reflection. But the perspective was wrong, like the distorting mirrors at the carnival. She was much too short. She was a tall woman, yet her feet pushed the sheets up only two-thirds of the way down the bed. Something wasn't right. "If I am paralyzed, my back must have been broken," she thought. Could I have lost that much height from a broken back?" She knew that her reasoning was off. The answer evaded her, and she drifted off to sleep again.