Im having my morning coffee and you are just staring at me, hoping I dont see you but its time you brush my hair. I demand you come hither and come brush my hair! Dont hurt me, dont pull my hair and be gentle. I expect 100 strokes once you have all the knots removed from my shoulder length red and black hair. Once my hair is silky smooth, i just may excuse you to continue on with your other chores you are expected to do for me, your Goddess.