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[shinga]

Every night for a week my dreams have... varied. But the one constant thing that keeps getting in there is my hair. My hair being beautiful again, brushed out, the thing I used to be so proud of. It's not quite there in real life, but it IS close, and I think when I'm sleeping I feel that the strongest. When I'm awake I'm fretful and anxious about it, feeling defeated and upset and aching for it to all be okay. When I'm asleep I can at least feel hopeful. So... let's hope THAT side of my brain is the logical one. It usually is, honestly.

God do I miss the feeling of my hair being effortlessly brushed.

Soon.