Evening: "Witches' cottage; Liberio's neighborhood."
I drummed my fingers on the container of water, counting in my mind before opening my eyes. "Three..." I bit my lip. "Two..." I took a deep breath. "One." I exclaimed and snapped my head up, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I had made the craziest decision of my life, which I was carefully admiring in the mirror.
I touched the thin, raven-cut ends, short to my neck. I ran my hands through my hair, mussing it slightly to make it more voluminous and puffy, giving it a wilder look. I widened my lips into a smile, and there was no finer time to feel up to one's age. The mass of long, wavy hair, as much as I always liked it, I didn't feel comfortable wearing it. Too long. Too bulky. If I had ended up in the middle of the sea, I would have drowned to death because of the hair stuck to my face.