You've always hated your hair.
Everything about it was annoying.
You could never style it properly, and when you did find a style, you didn't like it for long.
Plus nobody liked it.
So one night, you decided to just cut it.
Not all of course, but just a little.
You're sitting in front of a mirror with a pair of scissors in your hand.
You shut your eyes, muttering, "Fuck it.."
You were about to cut your hair when your phone vibrated.
You fluttered your eyes open and picked up your phone.
Text from a complete stranger.
"If you cut it, I'll have nothing to stroke while you sleep."
