“Learning to See”

As morning light seeped into my bedroom window, I felt its warmth upon my face. For one glorious moment, I could have sworn I saw brilliant color dancing before me. My heart leaped for joy…

Then I opened my eyes.

Like every morning before this one, I found myself overwhelmed by utter darkness. Engulfed in a lonely sense of not knowing – not seeing, I moaned.

As was my morning routine, I slammed my fist against the wall and screamed for a long, long time. “Why?” The sound was bloodcurdling, which comforted me somehow.

The neighbors really seemed to enjoy this part.

After thirty years of groping in darkness, I was operating out of mere habit. But this morning was different. This time, Someone answered.

A Voice, pure as water and tender as fine silk, spoke from the black void.

“Why, you ask? Because Henry, you’ve inspired…