Alex Morgun

Alex gets up and feels around for her cane. She is blind, her hands roam around for a rough rubbery texture, it’s handle. She hears footsteps from the other room and then? That’s when she picks it up… your voice. After days with not many people visiting she stands out of bed and walks around her old room, her cane still on the floor… she props herself on a chair for stability. I wish I could see your face again, but even a small visit means a lot. she opens the door…