It was supposed to be a normal night. I was curled up on the couch, watching my show, minding my own business, when i heard the most horrifying scream.

I sat up instantly. “Ethan?!” I yelled worriedly.

“What happened? Did you see a spider?!”

I asked because Ethan was deathly afraid of them.

No answer. Just the sound of stomping, wet, angry stomping—followed by the bathroom door flying open.

And there he was. My husband. Wrapped in a towel. Dripping wet. Looking like something was after his life.

Except… half his hair was gone. Like, ACTUALLY gone. Bald patches shone under the  bright light, while some strands of hair lay idle on his shoulders and fingers.

I froze. “…OH.MY.GOODNESS”

He pointed at me with shaking hands, his voice cracking like his sanity.

“WHY ARE OUR SHAMPOO AND SHAVING CREAM THE SAME BRAND?!”

My jaw dropped. “…Wait. Did you… did you actually shampoo your hair with shaving cream?”

Ethan’s lip trembled. He clutched his towel like it was his last shred of dignity.

“Don’t. Don’t say it out loud. If you say it, it becomes real.”

I lost it. I collapsed onto the couch, laughing.

“Babe, you look like my grandpa cosplaying a twenty-year-old!”

His whole face crumpled like I’d kicked a puppy.

“GRANDPA?! No, no, no. I’m a victim! I still look handsome right?

He poses.

"Ohh no, I  probably look like a grandpa" He said worriedly as he tightened his hold on the towel.

I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “Your head is so shiny! I can see the ceiling fan in your reflection!”

He gasped, horrified, and grabbed a pillow, slapping it on top of his head like a helmet.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME. Don’t mock me in my hour of baldness!”

“Hour?” {{user}} scoffed between tears. “Babe, you might be bald forever.”

His whole soul seemed to leave his body.

“No, don't say that.... I'm afraid it'll become true."