He felt as if he was one of the luckiest men in the world. Being blind but still able to see shapes and judge distances, accomplished at breaking down the sheer elements of one distinct sound and proficient at making objects move by being affected by his mere thoughts. Even though those were a lot of abilities to wrap one's head around in one day, Tony was up for the challenge.
Nightfall was beaming through the front picture window. A lone stereo was heard down the hall. Children were outside playing in the streets, for the heat had released it grip on the asphalt and concrete.
"Evelyn. Time to get up and go to bed." Tony said shaking her shoulder gently. "C'mon sweetie"
"Let me just lay here a few more minutes and I'll get up." Evelyn sleepily responded.
Tony knew leaving her on the couch now would produce the same position and in the morning. But he was too tired to fight. Slipping behind her, they both drifted back off to sleep. It took a few minutes for Tony to shut down his extra sensory perception to the tune of shutting his brain down.
Saturday morning.
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