My alarm went off for the third time and I decided I REALLY needed to get up now. I felt around for my phone on the bedside table and turned the noise off. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching before putting my feet to the cool wood floors of my apartment. I took the eleven steps into my bathroom starting the shower. I got in reaching to the top right corner for my body wash. When I was finished in the shower, I grabbed a towel off the rack, and my walking cane before heading to my closet to find something to wear to work. I went to the black section, it's the only color I really had a concept of. I felt the fabrics finally pulling down a flowy skirt and grabbing a random button down shirt to go with it.
I slipped on some flats and headed to the elevator. When I got down to the streets of Manhattan I turned right and started the short walk to work. Part of the reason I'd chosen to live here was because of the noise. I loved the whistles constantly sounding through the air and the sound of taxis whizzing by, mere inches from the speed walking pedestrians. After four crosswalks I breezed into my work studio, waving at the security guard, Paul, on my way up.
I got to my station and picked up my clean brushes. I started mixing my paints, continuing work on a piece from yesterday. After a few hours I got a call from my doctor to see if I was still coming in for my consultation. I quickly put away my things and got Paul to get me a cab. The consultation was quick and easy, apparently my condition was ideal for the surgery.
I went in the next week for the retina implants. I had to stay home from work for a few days with my eyes covered. Even though I said she didn't have to, my sister insisted on coming over to "take care of me". The days seemed to drag on as I waited for the bandages to come off. There was a three percent chance of failure in the surgery and I prayed against that every day. After what felt like the longest week of my life, my sister helped me get the bandages off and clean my eyes, but I was scared.
"You're not gonna know until you open your eyes sweety," my sister murmured, touching my shoulder.
I slowly opened my eyes. At first all I saw was a blur of color, but then my eyes started to focus and I saw a tall, slender brunette with hazel eyes-my sister.
"Wow, you're pretty," I said laughing.
"I'm glad you finally had the pleasure of seeing me like everyone else," she said laughing and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Can you take me to my studio?" I asked my sister.
She nodded her head and we left together.
The walk seemed shorter than normal, but maybe that was because I was trying to absorb as many images as possible and commit them to memory before they were taken from me.
When I got to the studio I saw a beautiful painting in all black with hints of turquoise. It looked as if the black was bleeding down the page as streaks of blue light shown through it. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen yet.
"Who did this?" I asked aloud wanting to compliment whichever colleague had done it.
"You did," said a voice I recognized as Janine, the studio owner.
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