Anna took her first roll. "Fifty-four years you have walked the Earth, now this number is but fifty. Each roll of the dice returns more of what you have lost."
Second roll. "Fifty years you have walked the Earth, now this number is but forty-eight. Each roll of the die returns more of what you have lost." At this point, Anna saw her hair was mostly black now with only bits of grey and silver.
Three more quick rolls and she was solidly into her thirties. Anna rushed into the bathroom to look at herself. She looked years younger than thirty-nine and had lost some of those unwanted pounds.
"Lets try a few more times. Or maybe. . ."