A Floating Hair
Confessions of a Hair Loss Sufferer
Yuhan Ye
A Knotted Tuft
I'm just an ordinary girl named K.
But there's something about me that makes me stand out - my natural blue hair. It's a striking color that sets me apart from everyone else. However, there's a downside to having such unique hair. It seems to be more delicate and prone to falling out compared to the average person's hair.
As the door swung ajar, the inviting glow beckoned, yet the dense tangle of hair on the carpet repelled.
As I make my way back to my abode, weary and longing for rest, I shed my daytime attire and slip into the comforting embrace of my soft, cozy pyjamas.
However, to my dismay, this transition from the outer world to the intimate realm of slumber appears to snatch away a few strands of my precious locks, as if bidding farewell to a small part of me.
In that moment, an itching sensation crept upon my head, as if a tiny mischief-maker had whispered into my scalp.
It whispered of restlessness, casting a doubt upon the likelihood of swift slumber.
I unruly mane resembled a lively thicket, teeming with creatures engaged in a spirited dance.
As I gazed upon the strands entangled upon my comb, a disquiet settled within me. Restlessness gripped my spirit, urging me to wander aimlessly through the halls of my dwelling.
Weary from the burden of my thoughts, I sought solace in the embrace of my bed. Retrieving my phone, I embarked upon a quest through the virtual realm, seeking remedies for the affliction of vanishing locks that plagued my being.
In the realm of knowledge, there exists a peculiar paradox: the greater our understanding grows, the deeper our anxiety takes root. Such is the state that engulfs me presently, where the weight of knowing weighs heavily upon my restless soul.
Ultimately, I found myself devoid of strength, incapable of mustering any resistance. Thus, I surrendered to my weariness , fixating upon the expanse of the ceiling.
Sleepy, Sleeping...
The air hung heavy with an atmosphere of anxious brooding, enveloping the room in a suffocating embrace. As my eyes glanced upward, the ceiling appeared transformed, becoming a canvas for a myriad of haunting visions. Countless images flickered and danced before me
In moments of anxiety, I seek solace in the verdant refuge beside my bedside.
Whispering leaves, serenity’s embrace, I drift, faintness wane. Sleepy, sleeping.
In the realm of slumber, she was besieged by a dreadful nightmare. Within its clutches, a constricting grip encircled her delicate neck, impeding the passage of sustenance and stifling her every breath. As she peered into the depths of this haunting vision, a chilling revelation gripped her soul—strands of hair strewn across the floor and discarded in the receptacle had transformed into serpentine creatures, coiling themselves around her helpless form.