The Morning After
Ever have one of those,"What the heck?" moments? Recently, I have been worried about someone sleeping in my bed. Kind of like Goldilocks but instead of blond hair, there's gray hair. It's uncanny. I look in the mirror and see a few gray ones here and there, but nothing like this Apocalypse that is laid out for me on the sheets. Is it possible that a stranger is there when I am not? I can't imagine the hubs finding a gray haired lady to take my place. It must be though, because that mess can not be from me. Toss and turn I do, but the grays are not that plentiful on my head. Right? Surely not! I must install a camera to watch the mess unravel. A foolproof plan worthy of a fool.
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