I got a haircut [Prose] (Patreon)

I catch my reflection and pause, fingers running over the fresh braid, still getting used to how different it feels. It's smoother, pulled back into one long, sleek braid that falls over my shoulder.It feels softer, too, like I could unwind it with a flick of my wrist, but it holds steady. The symmetry of it frames my face, highlighting cheekbones and drawing attention to my eyes. I find it satisfying how easily it plays with the afternoon sun, catching light and daring someone to reach out and see if it’s as soft as it looks.Different, but… I kind of like it.