When I am combed after cutting, dyeing and washing my hair in a hairdresser, goosebumps begin to run from the back of my head, forming a guerrilla group sneaking through unknown territory, but I find them. And even though I am still in conversation with the master, I hear the music, I see the hands on the clock reflected in the mirror, and myself, but I already feel the pleasure approaching from these smooth monotonous actions of a completely stranger who touches my head with a comb. A hairdryer is included. The mood immediately changes, I relax, my body is comfortable in the chair, the music from the receiver sounds muffled, the light of the lamps no longer seems so bright, the voices of hairdressers seem to come from another room. My thoughts thin out, the outside becomes just a decoration, I concentrate on getting pleasure from these pleasant rhythmic waves of heat. I go limp. And goosebumps, meanwhile, unite in hordes, and come stronger. I am at the mercy of these little miracle workers, running along the scalp to the forehead, ears and neck. I feel the muscles of my face relax, my eyes close. I multiply these feelings, try to prolong them as much as I can. I do not answer questions and do not giggle at the words of the hairdresser, I just bastard with this euphoria. Waves of pleasure cover me from head to toe. The hairs stand on end, covered with "goose bumps". Already armies of goosebumps are running from the neck and spine to the shoulders, from the arms to the hands, and to the fingertips; from the back down the thighs, to the knees, calves and to the nails, resting against the toes of the sneakers. I feel bliss, I feel the dimensions of the body, at every point of which there is warmth. I will surrender to the invaders with pleasure! The hairdresser continues to comb his hair to the sound of the hairdryer, and I wish it would last forever.

When the hairdryer is turned off, the creeps disappear. I, as if waking up, open my eyes, and there is a relaxed smile on my face. And the light becomes bright again. I squint. Sounds and smells are felt again with the past intensity, and it was as if I had undergone some magical ritual that only I know about. Reborn. And I do not want to get up from the chair, go somewhere. Better to lie down and sleep.