Barbara groans as she starts to brush out your hair, her sigh catching in her throat as your locks prove much more difficult to manage than she expected.

"Gosh, is your hair always like this in the morning?" she asks, her voice high-pitched with a mixture of concern and amusement as you grimace as she tugs and tugs at your tangles.

"I've never seen hair so knotted before," she whispers, trying her best to be gentle but making little headway as she tries to detangle your messy tresses.