Blank Canvas

I sat on my cherry wood porch, imagining. I could hear the squeaking of the swing of the rusty hinge. I saw the stars, the beautiful, beautiful stars. I could taste the salty air. My beautiful world...of my creation. I softly came back to the reality of my life. I felt around me. The beautiful sky, the pond, all were gone. I was alone in my room. I clumsily got up, knocked something over, cursed in ancient Latin, and flopped on my memory foam coated bed. Life couldn't just stay the same, could it? I mean, people couldn't come and go, personalities change, people fall in love, break up, make up and break up again. But me, I am ordinary. Long brown braids, (about to my belly button) hazel eyes (did I mention my name? Ironically, Hazel) and paleish tan skin. My intelligence is perfectly normal. I am ordinary. Except for my dreams, those are my only unique trait. But, it doesn't matter, in my dark world, I am queen, or at least equal. Oh yeah, there's one more thing about me. I'm blind.