Love is Blind

Chapter Twenty-Five: Maybe

Chapter Twenty-Five

Reece’s POV

            The rest of the week carriers on like normal, I made Conner swear to not tell my mom about me getting lost. However, luck is not on my side because Wednesday I got lost again and this time it was my mother who found me and now no one ever leaves me home alone which is so freaking annoying. Conner has helped me surprisingly. He told me to shut my eyes and imagine our house and if I know exactly where I am I can use the image to find my way. I also have my stick to use too. Slowly I am making progress, it not big or great but at least it’s something. The rest of the week I also have this excitement inside of me for Friday, not for movies, because I can’t exactly watch them, but for getting to see Payton!

            I open my eyes as I hear Rayne’s little feet running down the halls. I sit up in my comfy bed and swing my legs off one side and reach my hand out feeling around for my cane. I stand on my feet as I stretch cracking my back and then using my cane to steer me over to my closet. Once I reach the wall I gently press my hand against it and allow myself to feel around the wall for the handle. Finally my hand grasps the cool, metal handle. I twist it opening my closet door and feel inside of it from left to right. I run my hand over the cloths feeling the different types of fabrics. I feel a cotton shirt sleeve shirt and pull it out. Then I move my hand to the right side of my closet and feel the denim material of jeans. I pull out a pair that is thin. I lay it over the shirt on my arm and step back and use my cane to get myself back over to my over bed.

            As I reach the bed I lay the clothes onto my bed in front of me and feel for the cotton material of my shirt. Once my fingers find it I move it around until I feel the opening at the bottom and then I reach up and find which side has the tag. Once I figure that out I pull it over my head the right way and down covering my bare chest. Then I feel down to my waist and grab my pajama bottoms and slowly push them off. I sit down gently on the edge of my bed and hold them jeans with the buttons and pull them up to my knees before standing up again and pulling them to my waist and buttoning them.

            I smile at my success. See I am getting better at this? I grab my cane and use it to find my way to my bathroom that is joined onto my room. Once I feel my feet leave the carpet and step onto tile I know I enter my bathroom. I turn to my left where the sick should be and grab my comb that I feel resting on the counter. I hold it and use it to brush my hair that is starting to get a little bit longer than normal. I then reach out and grab a hold of my tooth brush and the tube of tooth paste, feeling around I try to put tooth paste on my tooth brush and figure it out. With my right hand I reach up finding the knob and twisting it and the sound of water pours from the facet. I place the tooth brush under it and then brush my teeth. Once I am done I return back to my room and sit on my bed.

            Knock, knock

            I turn my head to where the knocking it coming from. “Come in,” I call as I wait for whoever it is to enter.

            The door creaks open and footsteps enter. “Hey honey, you got yourself all dressed by yourself?” my mom’s voice asks in a caring yet annoying tone.