I had a dream the other night. I dreamed I was floating, suspended in midair, encased inside an egg made of my own hair. My hair sprouted from my head in blond streaks and flowed out and around me. I barely have a sense of smell, but I could smell the distinct scent of girls' hair -- sterile and slightly sweet. To the touch, it was course and smooth all in one.
What a wonderful feeling it was.
I rarely remember dreams, but this one sticks with me. Some nights I hope I will have it again, just to feel my hair, as it was so comforting.