I woke up one morning and realized that someone had shaved all my hair off of my head.

I looked around for any evidence, but there was none. Not a strand anywhere, and I was certain there was plenty when I washed it before sleeping. I got up, brushed my teeth, jumped into the shower, but didn't bother to wash my hair. I toweled off, got dressed, and went to the mirror to apply my makeup. How should I wear it now? I've never been bald before...

are there different rules? I think a more punk look would be appropriate, or else people would think I didn't do it on purpose. I got to work, and people avoided eye contact. The day passed, and all my projects went quickly. No one came over to ask me to do new ones, so I managed to get a nice, long lunch. The waiter, who never talks to me beyond the simple, what would you like to order, suddenly started fawning over me. He refilled my water glass whenever it got to halfway, replaced my bread three times because it wasn't warm anymore, and smiled when he brought the main course. I had a little extra wine with my meal because the glass just seemed to always be full. When I went back to work, there were still no projects so I decided to take an early day and went home. There was a message on my answering machine from my ex. He said he hoped I was happy bald, because he had put Nair in my shampoo and knew that I wouldn't go 8 hours without washing it. He came in during the night to make certain he got every hair so he could make a full sized voodoo doll of me to poke with pins. I thought about the day, the shock of waking up without my flowing locks, the way everyone avoided me at work, and how the waiter flirted with me. I erased the message, picked out a bottle of wine, and sat down to read a book. It was the best day I had in a while.