In the reflective dial on the washing machine, I see my face, as I reach down to open the drawer and take out the plastic box of floss. 

While flossing, I look closer at the dial. There are two of me, one in the mirror in the dial, and another just in the dial (not in the mirror, but between the mirror and the surface of the dial). 

I look back at the mirror. The dial is in the mirror too. And there are two of me, one in the dial in the mirror, and another just in the mirror (not in the dial, but between the dial and the surface of the mirror). 

I notice the lever on the toilet is also reflective, but I look away before I can meet another one of me.  

Only one of me can walk out of this bathroom.