I grew up a blonde. Truly. And I like to believe I appreciated the fact of it. Maybe not. Young people are a lot less smart than they think they are. Even me. Maybe.
Now my hair is white. Actually, white in front and on the sides, gray in back.
Last night I dreamed my hair was brown. I looked at it from every angle, hand mirror and all. You know, checking to be sure it was really brown. Well, from every angle on the left side. I don't know what this means, the left side thing. I guess it was sufficient to assure me the whole head of hair was brown.
I was really happy to have brown hair. Not even asking for blond hair, just so it wasn't white, I guess. And it looked great.
Other parts of the dream were equally fantastic. As in unreal. But for however long it takes to dream something--and I hear it's seconds, bummer--I was a brown-haired happy woman.
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