After dying her hair she slept deeply, her wet hair still wrapped in a towel, and after awakening she opened her eyes, reached up and felt the thick, damp cotton. Moments passed before she remembered where she was, and then a few more seconds before recalling her hair was no longer blond but raven black. She walked to the bathroom where the light was on as she had left it, the sink splattered in streaks of black, watery dye. Hannah removed the towel, unwrapping it with hesitation, as if this was the first unveiling of a face after reconstructive surgery. Her newly black hair fell around her face and shoulders in wet, clumped strands. It was such an unnatural color for her, as if someone had cut the mane off a bay horse and fashioned a wig from it. The color changed her. Such an easy thing, to dye one’s hair. But she seemed truly another person in the mirror, and as she stared at herself she wondered if it was merely the hair that made her different. Her eyes seemed lighter in contrast to her hair, her face more pale.
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