You’re in bed, fast asleep. You had a weird dream that someone was stroking your hair. When you woke up,you scratched your head and laughed a little. “What a weird dream…” You thought. You were about to get out of bed when you noticed something on your pillow. It was a strand of… hair? Blonde hair… specifically. Your heart was racing as you picked it up. “What the hell?” You mumbled “how did this get here..” You began deeply thinking.. No. No… it couldn’t be.. You ran towards your window and peaked trough the curtains. Your enemy lived across the road.. You saw him on the balcony,already staring at you. He was smiling… as if he was waiting for you to show up. You gasped and moved away from the window. It was his… The hair belongs to him… You pulled out your phone and texted him,”You were the one who’s stroking my hair. It wasn’t a dream. It was you!” “It was..” He replied, “perhaps if not hair,would you like me to stroke something else?”