The Dreams of a Blindman

He softly grazes his hands on her face as her caring heart describes the world to him. Her descriptions are mirror immages of her though process that reflect onto his brain and into a dark room. He takes a picture of everything and when he falls asleep, scene 1 is introduced: Suddenly a black and white movie plays his life with such clarity. Soft static activates his skin as the hair on his arms stick straight up after seeing rose petals for the first time. He's now driving a deformed vehicle formed perfect for him. Such full control, now he drives through streets and waves traffic out in front of him as they float to the sky. Its raining now and the drops fall onto painted black pavement, yet, they never descend from the clouds. Ten seconds closer to color as his care giver awakes him to the pitch black nightmare of his reality.

Appreciation for all that I have. Appreciation for being able to not only dream, but being able to follow those dreams with eyes wide open.