After I'd taken about three drags off my cigarette, I abruptly noticed something strange. The image in the mirror wasn't me. The outward appearance was me. There was no mistaking that. But it was absolutely not me. I knew it instinctively. No, wait, that's not right. Of course it was me. But it was a me outside of me. It was me in a form that shouldn't have been me.
I'm not saying this very well.