I Wanna Be Adored

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I woke up the next day to find glitter and smoke streaked all across the pillows and some shocking red hanks of hair here and there in the bed as if some tropical plant had shed its pistils or something. Apparently passionate enough lovemaking was sufficient to yank some of my extensions out. After a shower and gently combing it through with conditioner (like I’d been told to) I didn’t actually notice the missing ones.

What I did notice was that as I walked through the city (I ran some errands that day and dropped by the office at one point) I was no longer invisible.

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