SheWritesSometimes
(I don't own cover!)
My cautious eyes slowly flick open, revealing that I am in complete darkness. I have no idea how I got here, but I feel the tug in my stomach that tells me this is not a good place to be. I can barely make out the subtle silhouette of a couple of abstract paintings and lavish couches, but other than that, I am blind.
Blind, afraid, and alone.