Max saw his world turn upside down for a second while standing in front of the sink, his reflection in the mirror flipping strangely as if the entire washroom had rotated, then everything went completely black, the tiled walls and white lights disappearing into nothing.
Before he could even blink, everything turned painfully bright, the mirror and ceiling lights burning into his eyes while he gripped the edge of the sink to steady himself, it stayed bright for a few long seconds.
Then slowly his eyes began to adapt, the harsh light settling into clear shapes and sharp lines, his vision had changed, a lot, he could now see every small scratch on the mirror, the tiny water stains around the faucet, the dust near the ceiling vent, even the faint hairline cracks in the tiles above the locked door, he could see so much more than before.
