I read once that Marie Antoinette's hair turned white overnight while she was in jail, waiting to lose her head.
I bet Marie's hair changed color during the few seconds it took her to seen her own beheading in a nightmare That hair probably went white in the same time it took the nightmare guillotine's blade to slice through her milky neck.
The thing people don't think about is that the overnight device is just a saying, a cliché. It hardly ever takes that long: eight hours, twelve hours, or however you define overnight––for life to change so thoroughly. Most of the time it happens in one to two seconds.
How many seconds does it usually take to purchase that lottery ticket or to make the simplest decision to stop someplace to eat ice cream? These decisions may be part of a change that's a long time in the making, but when their hair whitening change attacks, it truly happens in a flash.
And the flash can be so bright it nearly blinds you. Then comes the long wait until you get another so-called overnighter that changes your life again.
I know. I'm seen it. I've been through it.
And if you think about it, then you'll remember it's happened to you, too.
What do you think of my adverbs? Overdone? Appropriate?