Eyes closed
Being led
Responding
Exploring
Trusting
Where am I? Being led around the room, eyes closed by partner. My other senses come alive; pieces slowly come together, remembrance from my eyes but also noticing new things that my eyes are unable to pick up: The course fibers of the floor, the musty smell that clings to the curtains.
Surprised by how easily I trust my partner, I felt as sure footed as when I can see. I trust my partner to watch and protect me as I would watch and protect her. How would I be if I did not trust?
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