The Rituals of the Hair
Ali sat at her desk in the basement, which for the moment served as a vanity. She was clearly dressed for bed, and had her long hair down for the moment. A section was pulled over her shoulder, subject to a slow and thorough brushing. Glancing up at the mirror, she saw the frown forming and frowned more, because that's really going to solve anything. Then she sighed, forcing her face to relax into a more neutral expression, and concentrated on the brushing again.
