The Bald Spot

I awoke this morning and looked in the mirror. I saw a reflection that was not me. I became frightened and shivered with fear. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but it was all reality. I took my hand and ran it through my thinning hair. My blond locks once thick and full, now thin and balding. I raised my hair back and saw my widow's peak with thick roots, and there was the bald spot that raised high. My hair was like silk. I shed a tear and reminised in the good old times. Then I grabbed my towel that was hung upon a golden hook in my closet, and went to take a shower and start a new day in this cruel and desolate world.