That’s why I like it so much.
When my exquisite best friend who is always alert and the last to fall asleep, wakes up with her hairs all askew, it’s cute and kiddish.
When my ex boyfriend wakes up with a big rats nest in his long locks, it’s admirable and a beautiful sight.
When my ex husband who flies helicopters for a living wakes up with a hank of hair totally reaching up for Neptune,it’s kinda like, ‘ Hey, I’m one of the only ones that see this side of him’.
When my son wakes up with his hairs bubbled up like a clown, I’ve got to smile and feel my heart go ‘ wrrreeennncccch’. In the good direction.
So helpless, so vulnerable,
those little hairs of bedhead.