A Floating Hair
Confessions of a Hair Loss Suffer
Hayley Yuhan Ye
I’m just an ordinary girl named K.
But there’s something about me that makes me stand out. My natural bulehair. It’s a striking colour that sets me apart from everyone else.
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.
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.
Exhausted from work, I want to scrub my weary body in the soothing water.
My scalp itches relentlessly, begging for relief and urging me to cleanse.
London’s water is notoriously hard.
I could seem to feel the hard water wreaking havoc on my hair. It took a lot of effort to squeeze myself out of this hard water.
Breaking free from the cage of hard water, I thought it was finally time to rest.
Is it monster?
Is it a hallucination?
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.
Ultimately, I found myself devoid of strength, incapable of mustering any resistance. Thus, I surrendered to my weariness and surrendered to the ground beneath me, my body supine as I gazed upward, fixating upon the expanse of the ceiling.
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, an ethereal tapestry woven by unseen hands.
Serenely, slumber beckoned, transporting me to the realm of the hidden.
Within, my tresses twined, ascended, and transformed into a sinuous serpent, enveloping my being.
I awakened, surveyed my surroundings, and found familiarity in every detail.
A fresh day unveiled its golden promise, urging me towards my duties.
To shield against worries of hair loss, I readied myself meticulously, ensuring immaculacy. Not a solitary strand dared to mar my attire.
I’m Y.
My heart pounds in my chest like a symphony of anticipation as I step into the bustling café.
For I would soon be seeing the love of my life whom I had not seen for a long time.
“A wisp of blue hair ?”
“Whose hair is this? On his shoulders? ”
