I hear the alarm clock. I smell my coffee maker making coffee. I feel the texture of the blanket on my fingers. But I do not see.
I get dressed, eat my breakfast, and grab my white cane on the way out. Walking out of my building I go along the usual route to my workplace. I go two blocks down my street, then turn left past the corner restaurant that smells like Italian food. I have not eaten there myself, but I plan to. A block farther down the street, I hear the sound of jackhammers, and other machinery. Must be road work. Someone grabs me by the arm and yells in my ear, “This street is closed for repairs. You will have to go another way!”
I say thank you, and walk down another street. Soon, I am standing at another intersection. It’s new to me. It sounds different. Smells different. The cars whiz past in front of me. I will need someones help to cross the street. But it seems like there is no one nearby. Then I hear your footsteps as you approach.
I call out, “Hey, um… can you please help me? I need to cross the street.” I listen to the sound of your footsteps increase as you walk around me and turn the corner, getting away as fast as you can. You yourself don’t know why you did it. You probably just don’t feel like helping me at the moment. Maybe it was because you don’t need to cross the street, but it wouldn’t have been that hard, would it?
Well, it seems like there is no one else nearby, and I am late for work. This streetlight does not have the audible signal for me to know when to cross the street. I wait till I hear a no cars moving on the road, then proceed to cross the street.
First I hear it. I hear the screech of tires. Then I feel a sudden weightlessness. And I smell burnt rubber… But I do not see.
I think I am dead.