The still you have here looks disquietingly like a tray of hors d'oeuvres--maybe even something spreadable--like you'd take one segment and then smear it on a cracker. ... I don't say this in condemnation at all, just in mild freakout.
When you say clawing her way out of her hair, I guess you don't mean literally pulling off a wig? And you say it's a feeling you've had... is it the tangled-ness of morning?
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When you say clawing her way out of her hair, I guess you don't mean literally pulling off a wig? And you say it's a feeling you've had... is it the tangled-ness of morning?