Post by Mathilda Juliette St. James on Sept 25, 2013 23:07:55 GMT -8
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A groan escaped a cocoon of down and fleece as the eighteen year old awoke from her night of snoozing, her alarm clock ringing wildly on her bedside table. Reaching a long pale arm out, her fingers searched for the clock, missing twice before hitting the snooze button.
Sitting up, Mathilda brought all of her blankets with her, not yet ready to leave the warm comfort of her bed. She rubbed at her eyes and her mouth to get rid of the evidence of a long night of rest, something that she needed, she simply worked herself to exhaustion every day. Finally, her feet hit the cold floor and she shed her layers of blankets and began to count steps.
“One, two, three…” she could hear a symphony in her head over the counting, she sometimes needed the distraction, “four, five, six…” the soft patter of her feet tapping the beat, “seven, eight, nine, and te-aurgh, goddammit,” she muttered as she went face first into the doorframe with a thud, a sure sign that it was going to be a hard day. Sometimes, she got distracted with the music she was making out of her situation and forgot she was counting steps, not beats.
Using her hands to crawl around the wall and into the bathroom, she rubbed her face, scrunching up her nose a bit to ensure that everything was still working fine. She moved up to the sink and finally, opened her eyes, directing them toward the mirror that she was aware hung there.
Still nothing.
Mathilda often woke up feeling as though she’d been dreaming her whole life and when she opened her eyes, she’d just be a normal girl with eyesight. She wasn’t asking for perfect vision or anything, she had no room to be picky at this point, just vision. The ability to see…
What she would have seen was a scrawny girl with a small frame and not many curves. A girl with jet black hair, icy blue eyes, and pale as a ghost skin. Her hair was all on top of her head in a ratted mess after having slept on it and she could feel it. After heaving a sigh, she reached for her brush, it was right where she always left it and began plugging away at getting her hair back to normal again.
Madison wouldn’t be over this morning, so she’d have to get ready solo. She could have asked Silas, but she decided that she’d wait until breakfast to ask for any kind of help, Mattie felt as though she asked enough of him as it was.
Once her hair was tangle free, she felt to make sure her part was in the right spot, before turning from the bathroom and heading back into her room, tripping over Darshan, who had followed her to the bathroom and laid outside to protect her and promptly continued his snooze. \
There was another thud as Mattie hit the floor.
“Ow. You lazy heap of fur, this is exactly what you’re supposed to prevent,” she quipped at the animal, though she only got sloppy apologetic kisses in return, he was making sure that she was alright.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, I won’t tell Silas…this time.” She sighed, giving the golden retriever an affectionate kiss on the nose, knowing the dog was getting old and not in his prime anymore. Mathilda knew that if she told Silas of these mistakes her trusty guide had been making, he’d insist on getting her a new one, which tore her up inside.
Only after she was satisfied with the ruffling and loving that she gave Darshan did she rise again to her feet and continue her way to the closet. She felt around, everything was very organized. Usually Maddie did it for her, but sometimes Silas would help, too. She decided to go with a dress, it was hard to mess up a dress. It was black with pinkish-red floral patterns, and she only knew that because of the elaborate organizational system they had in place which she had grown up with and thus had memorized, though in a new apartment there were slight changes that she was still getting used to. Everything had to be organized precisely with her or she just wouldn’t be able to function.
Shimmying out of her pajamas and into the dress, she pulled a black cardigan off of a hanger and shrugged it onto her shoulders. Next was tights…tights, tights…she hesitated as she searched her thoughts for which direction to move herself.
Oh, right…
It was always the most discouraging thing to forget. For someone who was blind, it was a moment of panic, even for something as small as tights or which direction you were facing. If she could forget something so simple…then she could forget anything.
Finding a pair of deep red tights she pulled them on over legs, being careful not to snag them and then running her hand over them once they were on to make sure there were no folds in them and they were secured to her legs.
She’d always dressed conservatively, probably because her parents, and then Silas, were trying to protect her, so she always was covering herself. Maddie had tried to get her dressed up in something more revealing before, which had them both excited, but ended up with a disappointed Mathilda when she didn’t feel any different by wearing whatever it was that Madison had dressed her up in. It just felt like clothes. It was the visual that made it so appealing and that was an ability that Mathilda did not possess.
Next were shoes, those were easy, they were in nice neat rows under her clothes by color. Flats and then tennis shoes, she never wore anything with a heel and opened toed shoes were out of the question, including sandals. They were too risky, she’d be more prone to hurting herself that way. When they went to the beach and sometimes to the park, they’d let her go barefoot so she could feel the sand and the grass, those were always her favorite days, the days she could extend her limbs and imagination and pretend that she could see by the way everything felt.
A nice pair of black flats would do today.
About ready for the day, she started for the door before feeling the bare area at the top of her chest. A necklace...she twirled her necklace carousel around, feeling each pendant until she found the one shaped like an owl and secured it around her neck. The ones that were in shapes were her favorite, because when she ran her fingers over their shape she felt as though she got a better understanding of the world and the way it looked.
Okay, good to go.
Heading for the door, she grabbed up her cane and whistled for Darshan to follow in case he’d dosed off again, and he followed digilently. “Good boy…” she muttered under her breath to assure the panting beast that she still loved him and wasn't mad.
Getting around the apartment was becoming a routine for her and she could do so quite well now. It had been a struggle at first, but she’d worked at it a lot, and with Silas’ help it had been rather easy to get used to, as it wasn’t that large. She didn’t even have to use her cane any longer inside and Darshan usually nudged her when she was getting too close to a wall or table, when he wasn't having his senile slip-ups.
Stumbling into the kitchen, she smiled and called out, “Silas? Are you up yet? I’m going to make breakfast.” Of course, when she made breakfast it usually consisted of cereal, toast if she was feeling lucky, maybe some yogurt, a piece of fruit, and some juice. Snatching an apple out of the fruit bowl they kept on the counter for easy snacks, she crunched into the fruit, savoring the taste.
Just one thing at a time, Mattie, you got yourself up and dressed, now just concentrate on eating and getting out the door.
A groan escaped a cocoon of down and fleece as the eighteen year old awoke from her night of snoozing, her alarm clock ringing wildly on her bedside table. Reaching a long pale arm out, her fingers searched for the clock, missing twice before hitting the snooze button.
Sitting up, Mathilda brought all of her blankets with her, not yet ready to leave the warm comfort of her bed. She rubbed at her eyes and her mouth to get rid of the evidence of a long night of rest, something that she needed, she simply worked herself to exhaustion every day. Finally, her feet hit the cold floor and she shed her layers of blankets and began to count steps.
“One, two, three…” she could hear a symphony in her head over the counting, she sometimes needed the distraction, “four, five, six…” the soft patter of her feet tapping the beat, “seven, eight, nine, and te-aurgh, goddammit,” she muttered as she went face first into the doorframe with a thud, a sure sign that it was going to be a hard day. Sometimes, she got distracted with the music she was making out of her situation and forgot she was counting steps, not beats.
Using her hands to crawl around the wall and into the bathroom, she rubbed her face, scrunching up her nose a bit to ensure that everything was still working fine. She moved up to the sink and finally, opened her eyes, directing them toward the mirror that she was aware hung there.
Still nothing.
Mathilda often woke up feeling as though she’d been dreaming her whole life and when she opened her eyes, she’d just be a normal girl with eyesight. She wasn’t asking for perfect vision or anything, she had no room to be picky at this point, just vision. The ability to see…
What she would have seen was a scrawny girl with a small frame and not many curves. A girl with jet black hair, icy blue eyes, and pale as a ghost skin. Her hair was all on top of her head in a ratted mess after having slept on it and she could feel it. After heaving a sigh, she reached for her brush, it was right where she always left it and began plugging away at getting her hair back to normal again.
Madison wouldn’t be over this morning, so she’d have to get ready solo. She could have asked Silas, but she decided that she’d wait until breakfast to ask for any kind of help, Mattie felt as though she asked enough of him as it was.
Once her hair was tangle free, she felt to make sure her part was in the right spot, before turning from the bathroom and heading back into her room, tripping over Darshan, who had followed her to the bathroom and laid outside to protect her and promptly continued his snooze. \
There was another thud as Mattie hit the floor.
“Ow. You lazy heap of fur, this is exactly what you’re supposed to prevent,” she quipped at the animal, though she only got sloppy apologetic kisses in return, he was making sure that she was alright.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, I won’t tell Silas…this time.” She sighed, giving the golden retriever an affectionate kiss on the nose, knowing the dog was getting old and not in his prime anymore. Mathilda knew that if she told Silas of these mistakes her trusty guide had been making, he’d insist on getting her a new one, which tore her up inside.
Only after she was satisfied with the ruffling and loving that she gave Darshan did she rise again to her feet and continue her way to the closet. She felt around, everything was very organized. Usually Maddie did it for her, but sometimes Silas would help, too. She decided to go with a dress, it was hard to mess up a dress. It was black with pinkish-red floral patterns, and she only knew that because of the elaborate organizational system they had in place which she had grown up with and thus had memorized, though in a new apartment there were slight changes that she was still getting used to. Everything had to be organized precisely with her or she just wouldn’t be able to function.
Shimmying out of her pajamas and into the dress, she pulled a black cardigan off of a hanger and shrugged it onto her shoulders. Next was tights…tights, tights…she hesitated as she searched her thoughts for which direction to move herself.
Oh, right…
It was always the most discouraging thing to forget. For someone who was blind, it was a moment of panic, even for something as small as tights or which direction you were facing. If she could forget something so simple…then she could forget anything.
Finding a pair of deep red tights she pulled them on over legs, being careful not to snag them and then running her hand over them once they were on to make sure there were no folds in them and they were secured to her legs.
She’d always dressed conservatively, probably because her parents, and then Silas, were trying to protect her, so she always was covering herself. Maddie had tried to get her dressed up in something more revealing before, which had them both excited, but ended up with a disappointed Mathilda when she didn’t feel any different by wearing whatever it was that Madison had dressed her up in. It just felt like clothes. It was the visual that made it so appealing and that was an ability that Mathilda did not possess.
Next were shoes, those were easy, they were in nice neat rows under her clothes by color. Flats and then tennis shoes, she never wore anything with a heel and opened toed shoes were out of the question, including sandals. They were too risky, she’d be more prone to hurting herself that way. When they went to the beach and sometimes to the park, they’d let her go barefoot so she could feel the sand and the grass, those were always her favorite days, the days she could extend her limbs and imagination and pretend that she could see by the way everything felt.
A nice pair of black flats would do today.
About ready for the day, she started for the door before feeling the bare area at the top of her chest. A necklace...she twirled her necklace carousel around, feeling each pendant until she found the one shaped like an owl and secured it around her neck. The ones that were in shapes were her favorite, because when she ran her fingers over their shape she felt as though she got a better understanding of the world and the way it looked.
Okay, good to go.
Heading for the door, she grabbed up her cane and whistled for Darshan to follow in case he’d dosed off again, and he followed digilently. “Good boy…” she muttered under her breath to assure the panting beast that she still loved him and wasn't mad.
Getting around the apartment was becoming a routine for her and she could do so quite well now. It had been a struggle at first, but she’d worked at it a lot, and with Silas’ help it had been rather easy to get used to, as it wasn’t that large. She didn’t even have to use her cane any longer inside and Darshan usually nudged her when she was getting too close to a wall or table, when he wasn't having his senile slip-ups.
Stumbling into the kitchen, she smiled and called out, “Silas? Are you up yet? I’m going to make breakfast.” Of course, when she made breakfast it usually consisted of cereal, toast if she was feeling lucky, maybe some yogurt, a piece of fruit, and some juice. Snatching an apple out of the fruit bowl they kept on the counter for easy snacks, she crunched into the fruit, savoring the taste.
Just one thing at a time, Mattie, you got yourself up and dressed, now just concentrate on eating and getting out the door.