Moving Up

Blinding light gathers at the ends of his fingertips, shimmering brightly, as if he were made of gold. With a twist of his head, he could glance around, taking in the white space before him. White space was what comforted him. But he only saw it in his dreams. When he awoke, it was black again. Xavier is blind. He has been his entire life, and has lived in a small hospital, off the coast of California. It was a small town, but he loved it. He loved the smells, the sounds, the feeling of the sand. But he wish he could say he loved the sights. His friend, a nurse named Ivan, would always take him out and about, and before Xavier new it, he had fallen in love. But Xavier is hesitant to tell Ivan his feelings.