Anya brushed out her hair slowly and carefully; her dreams had not been kind to it last night. Not that she remembered them; she'd woken up as quietly and calmly as ever.
Only her hair gave witness to a restless night. She never remembered her dreams; she had no idea if they'd been bad or good. She only knew that they'd been active; she had the tangles to prove it.
Grasping the ends firmly, she wound her hair into a knot and secured it on top of her head. She never wore it down during the day; it got in her way and was hot on her back.
She always let it down at night.
© 2010 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Lampwork by Vanessa Hearn of Bead up a Storm, copper, seed beads, crystals and glass pearls. Bead woven.
