Timothy brought the razor to his cheek and slowly brought it down. This was so much harder without a mirror. Mirrors were no use anymore.
He managed to shave without any nicks. Feeling very pleased with himself he toweled the shaving cream off his face, just as the doorbell rang.
Timothy took another look at himself, everything looked right. He couldn't see his own face, but he trusted his hair looked okay. He ran his had over his chin. It felt smooth.
The bell rang again.
He answered it before it could ring again.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," the young woman responded. "Am I late for dinner?"
Timothy smiled, not showing his teeth.
"I haven't eaten yet if that answers your question."
"Good," she said, and entered. "What's for dinner?"
Timothy shut the door.