The rise of the White Widow

✨Baldness✨

As soon as my food arrives, I eagerly dig in, savoring each bite. After polishing off the meal, I diligently gather up the rubbish and toss it into the bin. Afterwards, I head towards the bathroom to clean myself up.

Upon entering, I begin to undress and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it has been over a year since I last looked at my own reflection. Taking a moment to process what I see, I find myself staring blankly at the person looking back at me. My once-lovingly-maintained ginger hair is now matted and tangled, with traces of dried blood scattered throughout. Dark bags hang heavily under my eyes.

As my gaze shifts towards my body, it becomes painfully obvious that there isn't an inch of unmarred skin left, only scars, bruises, and wounds cover me. Finally tearing my eyes away from the shocking image in the mirror, I turn on the shower and patiently wait for the water to warm up.

Stepping into the comforting cascade of warm water, I let out a content sigh as it washes over my back, providing some much-needed relief. Focusing on the task at hand, I begin gently scrubbing my hair clean, rinsing and repeating multiple times until it feels more like its old self again.

Turning my attention to my body, I lather soap onto a washcloth and slowly but surely wash away the dirt and grime that has accumulated over time. Feeling refreshed and renewed by this simple act of self-care after so long, little by little, I start feeling like myself again.

After stepping out of the warm shower, I grab a towel and gently pat myself dry. Draped in one of the plush hotel robes, I decide to do something about my messy hair. Searching through the drawers, I find a simple hairbrush and attempt to comb through the tangled mess.

As I brush my hair, I realize that it would have been easier to do this before my shower when it was dry. The knots are so stubborn that the brush refuses to glide through, causing me to wince in pain. Briefly, my eyes wander around the bathroom and land on an electric shaver resting on the shelf.

A sudden urge takes over me as I grab the shaver and switch it on. The buzzing sound seems liberating somehow, compelling me to stare at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. Before I can second-guess myself, I press the blades against my scalp and begin shaving off sections of matted hair.

The shaver struggles at first but eventually manages to cut through the tangles. Inevitably, chunks of hair fall onto the pristine bathroom floor. As more and more locks tumble down, I begin to feel strangely happy.

Finally, with a few last strokes of the shaver, there's nothing left but smooth skin. While it's jarring at first to see myself without any hair, I soon embrace this new look as if shedding my former self along with those troublesome strands. It's as if shaving my head has given me a fresh start – a symbol of newfound freedom.

As I step out of the bathroom, I can't help but wonder if this hotel has a lost and found section where I might find some clothes. I make my way to the elevator and ride it down to the main reception area. As I approach the front desk, I politely ask the lady if they happen to have any lost property.

She nods understandingly and points me in the direction of a door further down the hallway. Upon closer inspection, I notice a sign written in Russian that translates to "Lost Property." With a grateful smile, I walk towards it, eager to find something to wear.

Once inside, I am surprised by the variety of clothes that have been left behind by previous guests. Carefully, I search through the piles and gather what looks like it might fit me. In the process, I fill up two bags with an assortment of clothing items.

With my newfound wardrobe in hand, I return to my suite using the elevator again. After sorting through the clothes, I finally settle on a comfortable pair of track pants and a soft T-shirt. It's not what I would normally wear outside, but it's perfect for spending a relaxing evening indoors.