Taming the Morning Strands

I grabbed a clean spoolie brush from an acrylic organizer, determined to smooth down my flyaway blonde bangs before the weekend chaos caught up with me. *Snick-pop!* My neck gave a sudden, involuntary jerk, and my plastic foot slid on the slick counter, sending an empty contact lens case skittering toward the basin! Deep breath, Sally. Clamping both hands onto the rim of an open round compact mirror, I held fast until my rattling knees settled. I carefully worked the tiny bristled wand through the tangled locks near my forehead until they fell straight. Seeing my messy hair finally behave quieted the static right out of my head.