Short and clean. I think. Depends on how you think.

From the beginning, I wanted to touch them. They looked so soft, slinky curls that held sunshine in their curves. They seemed so warm, as if I could run my hand through those locks and feel their heat lifting the winters' chill. But when she opened her beady eyes in that pudgy face, her cold blue stare froze those honey twists into wiry coils of brittle gold. And that watery sapphire gaze held only contempt and fear.