Realm-of-Sleep

  Miss Molly crossed the threshold to her dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her golden hair dropped over her shoulders and passed her ribcage. Yes, she thought, it needs to be cut. So as swiftly as she was capable of, she starts snipping at her hair. First creating some pretty choppy looking bangs, then moving onto the lower portions....  Suddenly my eyes bolt open and I have a pair of scissors in my hands, holding the piece of hair I just snipped off. Had I been dreaming and then just... Oh no! How am I going to fix this!?!?!? Wait, I remember a song I have to sing. A song that can be used to fix this! Yes! Okay her