I stood in front of the mirror as usual, brushing my teeth, and that's when I saw it.
My mouth gaped open. Toothpaste spit began to ooze out. It was a good thing I was leaning over the sink.
I swished, rinsed, and spit again, my eyes fixed on what I had just discovered.
I leaned in closer to the mirror.
Could it be?
3 inches long, protruding from my scalp as though it were a mini lightening bolt.
Coarse, wiry, unruly.
I tugged on it to see if it was, indeed, attached.
It was, indeed, attached.
I plucked it out and thoroughly examined it under the scope of my 5 bathroom light bulbs, rubbing it between my fingers.
I'm still flabbergasted. Astonished. In disbelief.
My first gray hair.