A few evenings ago I had fallen asleep on the couch for about 20 minutes. This fleeting power nap had left me a tad disoriented, but I still managed to go through our pre-bed routine of getting the kids settled in for the night. After I came downstairs and returned to the living room, I noticed something peculiar on the floor by the couch where I had been laying. My heart began to hammer and I physically felt my stomach churn as I ran to inspect what I feared was the worst.
This is what I found spread all over the rug.
The best way I can describe my reaction is to give you what I recall to be my inner monologue as I knelt to the floor for a closer inspection:
What the fuck is that? Is that…hair? Is that MY hair??? *clutches at head as if the mere tactile experience of finger tips on the still attached strands would indicate anything amiss* Did one of them actually cut my hair while I was sleeping? It looks like my hair; it can’t be anyone else’s. What the fuck! I fell asleep for 20 minutes and this is what I get for it? Tony was right there! Did he not notice someone giving me a goddam hair cut? This is bullshit.
I snatched up the hair and took it into the kitchen, and stood there actually holding it up to the light, comparing it to my own curls. With a sigh of relief I found that though the locks were nearly identical to my own hair in color, there was definitely a synthetic feel to it.
And then in an instant light dawned over Marblehead, and I knew whose hair it was.
Poor Belle. Someone has been watching way too much Tangled.