Bad hair day
Alice's voice echoes in my head. The 4th indeed, so this is the final run through.
Hair always goes first, Alice's voice is only a murmur. Something about oily.
Is my hair that bad? When did I shower last, was that yesterday or two days ago?
Dragging me to the bathroom I'm commanded to stay. The waiting game takes a toll on my curiosity, I take the plunge to look at myself.