Sonata Dusk and the Poof

Sonata Dusk bounced down the stairs one day. She had absolutely nothing to do with her time.

"Hello, Adagio!" She chirped, skipping into the living room. Adagio was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping. Sonata couldn't help snickering at the sight. Adagio was lying chest down on the couch. Her left arm dangled off one end. A tiny puddle of drool was forming just below Adagio's mouth. And the snoring! Sonata laughed again as she thought about that particular fact. Man, did Adagio snore! Each snore sounded like a herd of dying elephants! Not that Sonata knew what elephants were. She had just heard the expression at school.

Sonata pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her fearless leader in a state of defenseless. She snickered again at the sight of Adagio on camera.

"I sooo cannot wait to show this to Aria when she gets back!" Sonata gushed. Her triumphant atmosphere was dimmed slightly when she realized she had absolutely no earthly idea where Aria had gone.

"Oh, well." Sonata shrugged and plopped down on the floor like a good little kindergartener. She observed her sleeping boss. Adagio's tangerine and lemon poofs were a finger's width away.

Suddenly, Sonata felt compelled to touch them. She just had to touch one of those poofy curls. Maybe they tasted like lemonade.

"Poofs," Sonata breathed, extending her pointer finger forward. The gap between hair and finger closed in until they were a bazillion gazillionths of a millimeter apart. By Sonata's count, at least. Then she touched it.

"'I touched the butt!'" She exclaimed gleefully, staring in delight at her finger.

"Oh, wait." Sonata frowned. "That's from Finding Nemo.

"I touched the hair!" Sonata corrected herself. She started giggling like an idiot again. Adagio went on snoring.

Sonata closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to live in Adagio's hair.

"Just think," Sonata thought aloud, "one day, you wake up in a bed of orange poofs and you look outside..."

Sonata imagined the scene, and suddenly, she was there!

"This is totally the best!" Sonata squealed, hugging a lock of orange hair close. "I can live in Adagio's hair!" Sonata looked around. She was in a house made out of hair. It was mostly orange hair, but there was a rug made of yellow hair. When Sonata looked closer, she also saw some streaks of purple. But they were so small Sonata would never have seen them if she had been her regular size.

"Now, I guess I'd better meet the hair people!" Sonata exclaimed, walking straight out the door made of hair. The sun was shining brightly in a pastel orange sky. Sonata could see a little hair town about fifty inches away. She licked her lips thoughtfully.

"Forget about meeting people. I've got to eat a hair taco!" Sonata clapped her hands, obviously delighted with her amazing idea. So Sonata walked across the hair to the town. Walking felt like climbing lots and lots of little hills, since Adagio's hair was poof.

"Poof, poof, poof," Sonata sang as she walked. "Poofs proofs poofs! How I love my poofs! How I love Adagio's poofs!" Her song came to an end when she reached the town.

"Hello, Sonata!" a passing hair person greeted her. It was made of yellow hair.

"Hey there, guy!" Sonata responded cheerfully, giving him a little wave.

"Hello, Sonata!" said a little hair child.

Would these people count as Adagio's children? Sonata wondered.

"Hey there!" She said out loud, beaming a little to widely. "So listen, do you know where the taco shop is?"

"Sure," the hair child replied. It pointed down the street. "It's on your right, Sonata."

"Thanks a bucnh! For realzies!" Sonata added.

"Anytime!" The hair child responded happily before it skipped in the opposite direction. Sonata continued walking to the taco shop. She smoothed her skirt before pushing the orange door open.

Hair employees and hair guests alike stopped all activity to look at Sonata. Suddenly, they all burst into applause.

"Sonata!" The crowd cheered. Sonata beamed.

"A party? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have?" Sonata walked up to the hairy order counter.

"How may we serve you, Miss Sonata?" The yellow hair person behind the counter asked eagerly. Sonata tapped her chin in thought. She eyed the menu, which was made of dandruff on hair. Sonata's expression transformed into one of mild disgust.

"Dandruff?" She gagged.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Sonata!" gasped the man. "We'll take it off immediately!" He snapped a finger, and several hair people came and took the board away.

"Alright, thanks," Sonata responded, relieved she wouldn't have to stare at dandruff while she ordered. "I'll have the biggest taco you have!"

"Coming right up!" The hair man assured her. He shouted back to his hair employees, "Get her a Dazzling Special!" In a moment, Sonata's taco was ready.

"Thankies!" Sonata squealed she she was handed a taco on a plate. It was hair. The toppings were hair. The plate was hair. Sonata didn't mind the hair. She was in Adagio's hair, after all. She sat down at a hair table.

"Will I be eating Adagio's hair if I eat this taco?" Sonata wondered.

"No way!" A nearby hair lady assured her. "This is just a normal taco, made especially for you, friend of the great Adagio!"

"Aw, shucks!" Sonata waved the compliment away with her hand. She brought the taco up to her lips and began to take a bite out of it-

"SONATA DUSK!" Adagio screamed, rolling over. "YOU ARE EATING MY HAIR!" Sonata opened an eye. She was back to her regular size, and she had a large clump of orange hair halfway in her mouth.

"Adagio!" She squealed. "Did you know that hair people live in your hair?" Adagio rolled her eyes. She pushed Sonata off of her.

"Duh. Where do you think I get all my good ideas? My conscious?"