And When Persians Would Become Lions

Chaos would begin. But it was only a matter of moments before I realized what had happened.

I woke up dazed, like usual, and mildly amused at the idea that yet those first few moments of waking up would probably be uncomfortable, but I found encouragement in knowing the transition to full consciousness would happen quickly. But, never did I suspect the subsequent, should I dare say SHOCKING events which would later come into play.

Won't you let me illustrate?

On a normal day, I can surely depend on waking from my dreams rather abrubtly. Waking from rather bizarre ideas such as this:



And this:



Anyway.

Those things are quickly replaced by the sensation of this lovely person below kissing me goodbye in the morning. At this point I'm still not sure precisely what is going on.

But you know, it's all good.



Then at some point I also see this:



And this:

But on this day, instead, I would see something entirely different from that last photo. Amidst the sounds of profuse husband-giggles, on this day I was determined to find out what had happened.

(Now, briefly recall the very last picture above.)


To my astonishment, I saw THIS:





Oh, and after a long silence and a double-take,

I saw this:














And after a discussion with my husband on the practical nature of this hair-style, and after much time regaining my self-composure, I saw this again: