by Bec Fary

Last night he asked me if my hair was getting longer. I showed him some old photos from when my curls reached well past my shoulders.

I woke in a panic later, though, after dreaming I’d cut my hair short again.

In the dream we were talking on the phone and he was telling me how much he liked my long hair. I told him I agreed, my long hair was great, as I reached up and touched my recently cropped locks. I was embarrassed, desperate for it to grow back, playing with my hair and trying to think of a way to make it grow faster (or make it look like it had).