Umm I’m going on vacation tomorrow so im gonna be out touching grass for the next four days but I had a dream and it made laugh so hard I woke up so imma leave yall with this lil thing based on that!
“Where is it?” You mumbled to yourself as you walked out of your bathroom with a bald mannequin head. The same mannequin head you could’ve sworn you had did your due diligence on the night before and hooked up with a brand spanking new 14 inch black wavy curled wig pre-plucked and ready to go.
Padding over to your grand vanity you find nothing but your hair products waiting to be used. You glanced at yourself in the mirror. An expression of confusion on your face as you stood in an old oversized shirt, mismatched socks, and a bald cap that you had painted with foundation.
“Am I going insane?”
That was the question.
You stared at yourself reflection as you thought back on last night. Wondering if you had done anything else with your hair and misplaced it before bed.
You ate dinner with Michael.
Told him not to stay in the studio too long.
Took a shower.
Sent Michael a text to came to bed.
Got dressed for bed.
Physically went and got Michael from the studio.
Started working on the wig.
Said ‘thank you’ when Michael complimented the wig.
Finished the wig.
Went to b-…
Wait a damn minute.
Snapping out of your thoughts you sped walked to the kitchen to see Prince, Paris, and Bigi all eating breakfast.
“Where’s your daddy?” You asked with narrowed eyes and a determined tone.
“Recording studio.” They answered in unison without looking up from their food or devices (teenagers).
As stormed off in that direction Paris held her hand out to her brothers, “Told you it was hers. The curls were too bouncy.” She said smugly.
But that didn’t matter to you as you burst into the studio earning you a small scream. Your face fell flat as you just started at Michael whose hand was now over his hand, “Girl! You scared me half to death.” He laughed.
You squinted, “I’m about to came back in and finish the job cuz why is my wig on your big ass head right now Michael?” You stared at his head.
He had the nerve to look shocked. His eyes wide and his hands coming up and playing with the curls you worked so hard on.
“This is yours?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“You watched me work on it last night!”
He tilted his head just a bit, “I don’t know…it looks a lot like one of mine.”
“You mother-I already put foundation on the part! Your scalp is not that dark!”
He pulls an offended face, “that’s a sensitive subject for me (Name), you know that.” A facade of sadness on his face.
You huffed and crossed your arms. It was time for the big guns.
“Either give it back…or I’m taking the one you wore to Elizabeth’s birthday.”
He straightened up.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Gimme my curls and you keep your birthday bayang…” you challenged with a raised brow.
He held eye contact seeing if you’d fold before throwing his head back and groaning, “fine!”
He removed it before walking over and handing it to you, “I don’t like synthetic hair anyways.”
Cue your offended gasp.
I love sassy mike
