Seize The Day or Die Regretting.

I lay in the bed, the feeling of cotton under my skin felt smooth and soft, warming and inviting. I could smell the rain fall from last night lingering in through the open window, it longed off the grass in the back yard. But it was quickly to dry since I could feel the morning sun bask me in its warm glowing rays.
I smiled and made snow angels in my sheets. I inhaled deeply then sank my body into the bed as I exhaled. I could hear the birds chirping outside on the oak tree. I could hear the cars driving up the street, away to their day jobs.
My heart fluttered when I heard the door from across the street slam shut and quick and heavy foot steps jog across the street. I smiled and rolled over the edge of the bed, I pressed the speak button on my alarm clock.
“7:04am” It spoke loudly. My smile grew larger when I heard the door bell ring. Brian forgot his key again. Either that or he lost it, again.
I walked from my bedroom, the carpeted floors soft and cool under my feet as I quickly walked around. The carpet turned to freezing hard wood. I shivered as I walked down the halls, my fingers trailing along the painted walls lightly. It was bumpy and smooth at the same time. I felt the floors turn to carpet again, the only other carpet in the house was by the front door. I felt the door up and down a little bit before I felt the key in the door, it was cold and hard. I smiled as I turned it and opened the door. The cool, damp breeze rushed in as I let Brian into the house. I knew he entered the house by the way I could hear his foot steps pat the floor beside me and the gentle breeze caused by his movement. I inhaled deeply, in taking the smell of his cologne; today it smelt a bit sweeter than usual. Usually it smells like dark chocolate bitter but sweet. I’ve never smelt this cologne before, must be new. Make a mental note to comment on it. I smiled widely and closed the door. I could hear him standing beside me. His breathing is how I knew how close he actually was. It was louder and I could feel it on the side of my face. I cocked an eye brow with a cheeky grin.
“Good morning, Brian.” I greeted.
“Good morning Heather, how’d you sleep?” His voice bounced off the side of my ear. I smiled and nodded.
“I slept nicely, thank you. Is that new cologne you’re wearing?” I asked. I heard him chuckle lightly. His laugh always makes me feel good, like a marsh mellow over a camp fire.
“I’m glad you noticed.” He replied. He took hold of my hand and guided me to the kitchen. He knows I can do pretty much everything on my own. But he still insists on holding my hand every second of the day. It’s not like I’m complaining. I like the way his hands feel on mine. They’re rough but soft and smooth. Most of the time they smell of guitar cleaner, which smells like lemons and citrus fruits. They are nice and warm; I love the feeling of his hands on me. I sat down at the table and started getting me ready for the day. I’m able to do it by myself but he always wants to make sure I’m okay. I heard glasses clink and rattle. I heard the fridge door open and close again.
“Today’s the big day.” Brian cheered happily. I laughed and nodded in agreement.
“Actually I leave for the hospital tonight but the operation isn’t until tomorrow morning.” I added with a calm voice. I was so excited to finally have this operation again; I know it’s not fun but if it gives me my sight back. I’ll endure the pain and suffering. I heard a bowl being placed down in front of me and a mug along with it. The bowl smelt sweet but bland, it was frosted flakes. And in the mug was coffee with French vanilla creamer in it. I could smell the creamer linger off the steam. I smiled when I heard another chair being pulled out and a mug was set down on the table.
“A bowl of Frosted Flakes is right ahead of you, a spoon is at three o’clock. Coffee is at eleven o’clock, careful it’s really hot.” He said. My smile grew larger and I nodded. I began to search for the spoon which it was at three o’clock just like he said. I ate some of the sweetened cereal. Brian read me the paper while I ate. When I finished I inhaled deeply, taking in another deep breathe of his cologne. It made me shiver in delight.
“I really like that cologne; it’s beautifully worn on you.” I said sweetly. I could hear him choke back a flattered laugh.
“It’s not as beautiful as you.” He replied to my comment. I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I sat there with the heated mug in my cold hands. I shook my head and smiled.
“I don’t even know what I look like; I could look like the wicked witch of the west right now.” I uttered softly. Brian sighed heavily.
“Heather, trust me, you’re beautiful.” He said. I was convinced I wasn’t the closest thing to beautiful. Brian and I flirt with each other all the time but who’d want a blind girl? Who’d want to have to do this every morning? What if the operation doesn’t work? I’ll be blind for the rest of my life. I haven’t ever had a boy friend which means I’ve never been romantically involved with a boy before. I’m a twenty nine year old blind virgin. What a label right?
“I can’t wait to see you’re face after the bandages come off. It’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I said to him with a calm and steady voice. I heard the chair creek as he shifted his weight. The table clothe shifted so that lets me know he’s leaning on the table. I smiled at the thought of seeing his face.
“You have memories of me before you were blind.” He replied sullenly, I heard him sip the coffee and swallow it. I frowned and sighed.
“Memories fade.” I snapped back at him with a stubborn tone. I smiled brightly.
“I want to see the colour of your skin. I want to see the twinkle in your eyes. I want to see that scruffy chin fuzz. And most of all I want to see that hair of yours. I don’t just want to be told about it or feel it. I want to see it.” I added with a dreamy voice. I got lost in all the possibilities. I loved getting lost in the possibilities. Brain laughed lively, placing his hand on my wrist.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my face is the first one you see, I’ll even shave the chin fuzz.” He said. My jaw dropped but a goofy smirk played my lips.
“Don’t even consider it. I love the way that chin fuzz feels. Plus you’ve had it for as long as I can remember.” I replied to his consideration of shaving the chin fuzz, I don’t care if it’s not even a real beard. I used to call it the Brian Haner chin fuzz, all the way back in High School. I finished my coffee and helped Brian clean up before he led me into my room to help me get dressed. I honestly was able to do all of this by myself. I’ve done it before but Brian just likes to make sure I’m taken care of. He is taking me out today on his bike. I was excited to go on his bike. I loved going out for a ride on the bike with him.
Changing in front of him was still slightly embarrassing, but since the time we were eighteen he’s been helping me in and out of clothes. He’s been my carer since we were kids. I tried to cover myself with my arms as the cool air swirled around me, settling on my skin and making me shiver down to my bones. I heard him laugh hardily.
“Heather, I’ve seen you naked before. No need to shy away from me.” He spoke out loud. I could feel my cheeks heat up dramatically as he walked around the room. I cleared my throat and shifted at the end of the bed.
“I know, it’s still a little embarrassing though. I’ve never seen you naked.” I said in response to his comment. I felt a pair of skin tight jeans in my hands. I felt my way around the denim to find the three brass buttons. I slid my legs into it, pulling the jeans up. The rough fabric caressed my skin softly.
“You’ve been around me when I’ve just gotten out of the shower and all I’m wearing is a towel.” His words made my cheeks blush brightly.
“That’s different. I’m blind, you’re not.” I replied back at him. He laughed loudly and agreed with me. I’ve honestly never seen my own body let alone his. I find it very unfair. It’s not fair he gets to see me without clothes on and I don’t get to see him. It’s sounding alot worse than it actually is, trust me.
I felt a fabric being pulled around me and my long hair being brushed aside. I felt something being hooked together in the back. Rough hands grazed my spine lightly making me shiver and Goosebumps rise on my skin. I inhaled sharply.
“Sorry.” Brian apologized sweetly. I smiled and brushed it off as nothing.
“It’s okay.” I replied as I pulled a cotton tee shirt over my head. Brain sat me down again and placed a brush in my hands. I knew this part. I can do it by myself. I dragged the brushed through my long thick hair until all the snares were gone. Brian took the brush from me and started to pull my hair into a pony tail. He hated it when I wore my hair down when we went out. He said it shied my pretty face away. I was beyond flattered when he said that. He’s too kind to me.
I felt my sunglasses being put on my face. Matt got me these sunglasses; he said he has the same pair only in a different colour.
We’re going to see them today since we have to drop by Matt’s house. Val would be there and she’d be weary. She’s nice to me but she’s still a little weary on the whole unable to see thing. I don’t mind, most people think I sit around in the dark all day, reading brail. To be honest brail isn’t that cool. It’s harder to read a novel when it’s in brail. Zack got me a kindle for my birthday a last year. It’s nice because it’s one where you can sit and listen to the book instead of reading it. I’d much rather read it. Hopefully I will be able to, soon.
Other than the minor set backs I’m just like everybody else. I work, I’m a musician and I get paid for orchestrating musical numbers for big names. I’ve met lots of Hollywood singers and bands. I can’t wait to see music, I bet it’s beautiful.

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