Hairography

I have an interesting life. Every time I don't look perfect she brushes me off. I just want to be comfortable. I am nocturnal. When she is awake and active I am sleeping and moving around to get into a comfortable position. At night is when she sleeps and I am crazily moving trying to awake her to take me into the little room where she turns a knob and it rains refreshing cold water as she massages all my strands. But she just sleeps. She rolls over on me until I am suffering to get comfortable once again. But I don't mind, because I know what drives her crazy. When she awakens the next morning, looks into the mirror and sighs.

Does she apologize for attempting to suffocate me over night by giving me another massage in the rain? Yes, she does. But after that, things only get worse. She plugs in this red iron that gets really hot. As soon as it reaches the accurate temperature, she picks it up as I try to think of happier times before i was long enough for her to do much with me. She opens it and wraps it all around me and slowly pulls it down making sure she burns every single hair. After this painful process, do I get a break? You would think, but I don't in the least. Oh no. She takes a thousand bristles and cuts me right through. When remains of my body are in her bristle weapon she removes them. Does she glue back on? No way, she throws them in the garbage and I lose a little piece of me every day.

Oh the pain never ends. I am also bipolar. Some mornings when I know she has had a hard night or I am feeling selfless, I decide to stay completely still over night so that when she awakens I don't look too bad. It makes it easier to do this when she takes a small black circular stretchy band and wraps it around my neck causing me to pass out, so I can't move during the night. Every day is just the same, or as I like to call it rinse and repeat.