Thunderstorms.
The worst part of being blind is not the not being able to see part.
It's the heightened sound part.
That means on nights like this, nights with violent thunderstorms, sleeping seems almost impossible.
The cracks and the obnoxious booms never seem to end
While the rest of the world is asleep (including Baby) I lay there awake with my eyelids open.
And while I lay there in my own solitude, in my own room listening closely for the next boom to shake the my home I think about Elijah.
I wonder if he's awake listening to the same uneven pattern of rain and booms of thunder.
I wonder if he jumps every time his house shakes too.
I wonder if he feels the same way I do.
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KurzgeschichtenShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
