Your blurry vision shows you Lisa's face, as beautiful as ever, asleep next to you. You start to remember all of the fun you had last night, though parts toward the end are still a blur. A shame, your sleepy mind thinks. From the smile on her dreamy face you know you both had a good time.
You squirm beneath the warm blanket, feeling no desire to get up. You lie there, face to face with your love. Her soft, gentle face is framed lovingly by wispy tendrils of reddish-brown hair. Actually, there seems to be quite a lot more than there should be. It's surrounding her entire face, and most of your field of vision.
You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up. To your astonishment, Lisa is covered in a pile of hair. As the blanket slowly slips off of your torso, you realize that it's not a blanket at all. Somehow, Lisa's hair has grown impossibly long. It covers the both of you, and is spilling onto the floor in all directions. You can't even see the carpet.
"Lisa?!" you shout, louder than you meant to. You lean down and touch her cheek. A thick lock of hair falls over your hand, and for an instant, you thought you saw it moving on its own. Looking closer, you realize that you can see it growing.
"Lisa!" you say firmly, shaking her shoulder. You try not to shake it too hard.
Her eyes bat open. She speaks in a tired voice. "Hmm? What is it?"
"Your hair...it's growing!"
Her face crinkles up. "Okay, sure..." Weakly, she pulls a thicket of locks tightly around her shoulder and closes her eyes. You look at her, concerned for a moment. Then her growing hair spills over her face, causing her to open her eyes again.
"Wh--what?!" she screams, bolting upright. Hair goes flying in wavy clumps to join the rest of the "blanket" on the bed. Some flies in your face, making you flinch and brush it off.
Lisa grabs a sizable bunch of hair by her neck and pulls it in front of her to look at it. Its edges gleam in the morning light coming through the window. You notice that her entire naked profile is bathed in a halo of sunlight reflecting through the thick waterfall of reddish-brown strands. You can't believe this, but she has never looked more beautiful.
"This can't-- It's a-- Tell me I'm dreaming!" Lisa blurts out. The hair in her hand becomes more limp as it continues to grow from her scalp. You're entranced by how quickly it's growing. At least an inch every ten seconds. Maybe faster.
"I'm not so sure I'M not dreaming," you admit.
"And it's still growing!" Lisa said, shouting but remaining mostly still. She is as clueless about what to do next as you are, but you know you have to do something.