You open your eyes and it takes you a moment to realize that you are not in you bed. No… you know where you are it is very familiar because you have dreamt about it every night for the last four years. You are lying in her bed. Yes, her bed. An intense shiver runs down your spine as you inhale her lingering scent on the sheets.

    This shiver is immediately followed by a jolt as you realize you can not rememver what happened the night before because of the amazing amount of vodka Ashley had convinced her to inhale. Then you come to the painful conclusion that she is not in the bed next to you. You don’t think that you two did anything… no you would remember something as amazing as that is sure to be.

    You sit up and open your sleep-ridden eyes. Instantly a hand reaches up to stroke your blonde hair, you are confused when it feels thicker and stiffer than usual.

    Depression attacks your every nerve ending and you find that you are not surprised. You do not know why you let yourself get your hopes up thinking that she would be here right next to you when you woke up. You thought that you had learned to stop wanting things because you can not lose something that you don’t want.

    Sighing in extreme dissapointment you raise yourself from her bed in search of her bathroom…in her house. You still can not believe that you are in her house.

    Finally, you open a squeaking door and find a humongous bathroom on the other side that is perfect for preparing yourself for the long day that is sure to follow. Closing your eyes you stepped in front of the mirror and placed your hands on the edge of the sink.

    You slowly raise your eyes up to the mirror and you feel your heart stop.

    Your hair it’s…brown…