Two Hairy Minutes

beardby Rachel Rosolina

It is dark when the alarm goes off, and I am smooshed into the pillow. Rising, I can feel myself misshapen from sleep. Not to worry—with a stretch, I look even better than yesterday. I quietly collect the water from face washing and tooth brushing for later. Perhaps I will drip it on a desk, or better yet, I will release it onto the woman’s hair when I am pressed against her during a hug. She loves that.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day; it is the first thing people see when they look at me: a little butter blended with the gray, some jam to make me oddly sticky, and of course a nice layering of crumbs. How else would I find my way home if I get lost?

Rather than the normal bike ride, today’s adventure is the car. Fortunately, it’s warm enough to have the windows down, and the breeze feels glorious, tossing me this way and that. I catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirror and am in awe.

When I reach the office, it’s always fun to start with a quick game of what can I hold. Today, the pencil is easy. You can’t even see the paperclips. The pocketknife is a bit more difficult, but I’m wiry and it stays put. The hummus from lunch will help. Sometimes in the afternoon, we have a dance party and film my amazing movement in slow motion. Everyone is impressed.

After a long day at work, it’s nice to sit on the couch and hang out with the cat. I am her favorite cushion. Today, however, because of the beautiful weather, I’m enjoying the sunshine in the backyard. There’s even a mirror set up across from my chair so I can see myself in all my glory.

Wait. What’s that buzzing? That’s not a comb! With each pass, clumps of me fall to the ground like so many dead leaves, and I feel the air against my naked roots.

My splendor has been reduced to stubble.


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