You're in bed, asleep.You had a weird dream that someone was stroking your hair.You opened your eyes

Then you saw something on your pillow. It was a strand of blond hair

You ran toward your window and peaked through 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.It was his hair

You texted him, "It was you!”.

"It was,perhaps if not hair, would you like me to stroke something else?"