"It feels like...The world is moving without me..."

Mag was lying on a purple velvet couch, inside a dingy old apartment that her best friend Marni owned. Whenever Marni was out, Mag usually just stayed inside by herself, and listened to operatic music loudly. Very loudly. A small stereo set on the rickety coffee table next to her was blaring classy Italian opera, and she sang along with it. The sensation of feeling the notes run past her lips...The refreshment with her mind when she pushed to get those high notes. The feeling of singing made her feel like she was actually good at something. It was difficult for Mag to be like a normal everyday person with her disability, but the one thing she knew was that she exceeded at singing. When she heard other people speak, she felt proud to know that her voice was greater in comparison.

"Bang, Bang, Bang," a loud knocking was heard from the door.

"Great, they're coming to complain again...I better go apologize," Mag thought with annoyance. She reached over her shoulder for her long cane. When the cool metal cane touched her skin, she immediately grasped it, and stood up. Mag reached out her arms to keep her balance, and she walked towards the door, using her cane to help her avoid obstacles.

"Bang, Bang, Bang...I don't have all day!"

"I'm almost there," she replied softly. The floor squeaked with every step, and she could feel the puddle that Marni left after spilling some juice on the floor on her bare feet.

Mag reached out to unlock the chain, and the rusty dead bolt. It brought an unpleasant sound to her ear...The sound of rust clashing against rust. Mag's hearing was much more sensitive than the normal person, and it often caused unpleasantness. She opened the door, and suddenly the person from the otherside of the door entry gave a loud gasp.

She could hear this stranger stuttering for the right words, and could sense that she was feeling anxiety.

"Oh...Umm...I'm sorry. I'll just get going now," the person said. It sounded like a middle aged woman who had a deep voice.

"I'm sorry. Is my music too loud? I can turn it down," Mag said, acknowledging the fact that this woman was only being nice because she realized Mag had a disability.

"Not at all dear, not at all. Please, if you need help with anything let me know, I just live right across the hall," she said reaching out to pat Mag on the shoulder.

Mag instantly flinched backwards as soon as she felt the hand reaching towards her. The one thing that Mag didn't like was people touching her. She could tell when there was a table, tv, or even stove in her viscinity. People touching her however was erratic, and often sudden. It made her uncomfortable to be suddenly touched by someone, especially by someone she didn't know.

"I'm sorry. Yes, if I ever need anything I'll be sure to come visit you. Thank you for your assistance," Mag muttered quickly, and shut the door.

Mag heard the CD suddenly click, and the music ended. She slowly walked over to the stereo set, reaching her hand out to furniture to balance herself. As soon as she opened the stereo cover, and was about to place in a new CD, another knock was heard on the door, this time louder.

"Mag! Mag! Maggy, open the door!" a younger woman yelled. Mag instantly recognized the voice. It was her roomate and best friend, Marni. Her and Marni were inseperable. When there was no place that Mag could go, other than a center to help the disabled, Marni instantly took her best friend in. Mag went over to the door, and opened it. Suddenly she was embraced in a deep hug, and she dropped her long stick.

"Oh god Mag. You won't believe all that happened today!" Marni exclaimed happily. She noticed that Mag was surprised by her sudden hug, and she helped her regain her balance.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot, you don't like people touching you. Here," she said, passing the long stick back to Mag. She grasped it, and straightened out.

"It's okay Marni. Here, let's go sit on the couch and you can tell me the good news," she said, making her way to the couch.

Mag sat down on the soft velvet couch, and heard Marni closely follow and sit next to her. Mag could hear Marni pouring something into a cup, and she reached out for Mag's hand and placed a cup of hot tea in it. Mag brought it up to her lips and took a sip. Perhaps one of the only positives of being blind was also heightened taste buds. The tang of the lemon simmered in her mouth while the herbs helped sooth her.

"So Maggy, you know how me and Rotti have been dating for a while?"

"Yes Marni," Mag replied, expecting this to be another rant on her great her rich and powerful boyfriend was.

"Well...You know he owns GeneCo?"

"Yes, Marni," she replied with slight irritation.

"His reasearchers came up with a new organ. Well I suppose not really organ, but body part. But anyways...Oh god...Oh Maggy you're going to be so happy!"

"Oh no...I can sense it...Her voice is becoming more high pitched with excitement...I can feel the air around me take a sudden movement..."

"SLAP!"

"Ugh....She always slaps me when she gets extra excited. Who slaps a blind person anyways?"

"I'm sorry Mag, but this is just too great! He can make you see Maggy! He can give you new corneas so you can see!"

"SLAP!"

This time it was Mag who had to do the slapping. She trembled as she lifted her hand off of her best friends cheek.

"You're serious? Oh Marni, this is the most wonderful news I've ever heard in my life!" Mag cried out, reaching out to hug her friend. She just grasped air however.

"M...Marni?" Mag asked in confusion.

She heard someone get up off the floor, and felt the couch seat next to her sink again.

"Wow Mag. That was a great slap, especially for someone who can't see," Marni chuckled, a large red hand print still staining her face.

"Yet," Mag corrected her.

"That's right. A great slap for someone who can't see...Yet," she laughed, and embraced her best friend in a great hug.