Journal Day 7: My Mistake

Staying out of bed yesterday

did not help me in the least bit.

My logic must not be as good as some believe it

to be.

I am still sick.

Apparently, the best way to battle

illness is through patience, rest, and obedience.

Which means no fun...



1076, Dey 7, 17th hour

Journal Day 6: Sick Days and Chapel Days

I am sick today.

So the rain won the battle

yesterday.

After an hour of painful headaches,

a fever took me.

And I am forcing it to let me go.

I refuse to saty in bed all day

and wait until the shivers and sickness

leave me be.

Everyone in town is at Chapel

today.

Including the Mayor and his wife.

They've left me with their daughter,

who is much older than me and does not attend

Chapel.

I'm not allowed in the Church.

I think it's because of the color of

my eyes.

Mayor's daughter, Ruth, checks on me;

she tells me to get back in bed.

i do.

But then get back out

and shuffle around, searching for the

window.

It's not raining anymore; so it's okay to look outside.

The window looks out over the green twon

in the direction of the Chapel.

I wait for an image to pop into my mind

and wish for a moment atht evryone else

were blind like me.

They wouldn't be able to see my golden eyes.

Maybe I could attend Chapel then...



1076, Dey 6, 9th hour

Journal Day 5: Rain War

It rained today.

I tried my best to stay

inside.

The rain fell in a soft drizzle.

A constant drizzle that hardly made any sound.

I do not favor the rain

and it does not favor me...

My best effort to avoid windows

in the Mayor's

home is not enough.

The pictures that cross my mind

are still. They do not follow my eyes direction

and every movement.

They are flashes.

Quick and never continuous images of the environment around

me.

I never know exactly where I am.

The reason I dislike the rain; the flashes become

continuous.

I am blinded by a barrage of distorted images.

Even at a soft drizzle, the rain makes my head

throb with pain.

I've never told anyone this, so the Mayor's wife

truly means no harm when she asks me to

get the drying clothes from the clothesline outside.

I still refrain from telling of my secret

war with the rain.

As a blind child, I feel as if I am already a burden to my

guardians.

I don't mean to become more of a burden by

sending others to do my chores whenever it pours...

My head still throbs from the pain.



1076, Dey 5, 23rd hour

Journal Day 4: Blind Sight

I bumped into Vesper today.

A girl my age, who entertains herself

by dancing in the lily patches.

She twirls dizzily and her blonde

hair follows.

Vesper is a beautiful girl;

but I suspect that I don't truly know

what beauty is.

I suspect I'm too young to know.

I'm too young to "like" girls.

And I don't.

Not yet.

Vesper is not angry when I bump into hrt.

But she asks why my steps are so wary;

why I'm slightly clumsy.

I tell her about my blindness, and she

understands.

I don't feel like explaining to her how I can still

see her soft face and blonde hair.

In still pictures that cross my mind like a memory might pass any others,

I see the world around me.

It's a gift that other blind might not

have.

I call it my Blind Sight.

1076, Dey 4, 7th hour

Journal Day 3: Invisible Audience

I do not know

who might ever read this,

but I enjoy writing as if having

a conversation.

As if speaking to an invisible audience.

If you haven't done the math

yourself yet,

I will tell you that I am six years old.

People tell me I am smart for

my age.

The Mayor's wife, Delilah, says that I was, "Born knowing".

I believe her.

Coping with others my age is hard.

They are very...

distracted.

Can't hold a conversation.

I'm okay with this.

I much prefer you, my invisible friend,

to them.



1076, Dey 3, 8th hour.