deeper and deeper....

"Waiting for someone?" 
He asked.

I smiled, not answering.  He took the hint, and kept on working.  In the busy salon, on this sunny Sunday morning, I sat in the styling chair, silently watching my long locks disappear...

The innocent question was left unanswered, but my mind was already taking me back in time.  I glimpsed at the door in the mirror, watching the streets outside, half expecting that someone to show up...