a strand of hair

i wanted to write this yesterday itself..
whenever i fall into the bliss of oblivion, a hair strand slips slowly onto the face to wake me up. i feel irritated at times, but at other times, when oblivion is no longer a bliss, but escapism and depression, my hair strand tickles me into reality..and i love its feel, its pitch blackness, its coarseness, its snakeness!!