Elena
Trying to find a comfortable position with the Unicorn thing was weird. My head was uncomfortable as I had no choice but to hang myself over my pillow. Nonetheless, sleep came as exhaustion wore me down and closed my eyelids.
The next day, Paula helped me remove the Unicorn thing, even though she was bouncing on her toes, claiming that she was running late. She hurried me out of bed and wet her hands with oil as she helped me take it out.
My hair was frizzy normally, but whatever she had done changed the curl pattern of my hair to a bouncy wavy texture.
The black of my hair stood out in stark contrast against the paleness of my skin, making my features stand out even more. Did I look different? Definitely. Did I look like a different person? Not really. In fact, I thought it was
