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| Photo Credit: @DailyRos |
Woke up this Saturday morning after ten solid hours of sleep. I ran my hand through my bedhead as I sat up, my feet searching for slippers down at floor level. My hair felt weird, as if I were pulling my hand along a leafy hedge. Sure enough, I looked in the mirror to discover my head
covered with green waxy leaves, growing every which way. I should have been startled, but come to find out, I thought I looked great. The leaves were actually a huge improvement. I headed downstairs for coffee, feeling special and unique, perhaps even extraordinary. I mulled over Alice in Wonderland's words when she was swimming in her own tears, "....everything is queer today." Coffee at the ready,
I opened my tablet to read some print journalism. My heart sank when I learned there was nothing special about my situation after all. A lesser headline, toward the bottom of the screen, announced, "Treelike Tresses Bloom Atop Human Heads Across the Midwest."
"Damn it," I whispered. My phone dinged suddenly. Then it dinged again and again. It was time to face the music and accept that I was just one person in a sea of people with leafy locks. I took a
breath and decided to relax. I resigned myself to getting comfortable with being one of the peculiar plant-headed people of Peoria.
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