Blindness

He woke up and he couldn't see.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean I can't see. I'm blind. I can't see!"

She shrugged. "You're not missing much." She got up.

"But, I want to see you."

"You've seen me," she said. "What else is there to see? You know me. Isn't that better? We should be thankful for that."

"I don't like blindness. Why would I? I can't see what's going on. What are you doing now?" he asked.

She was looking out the window, wishing she was blind, too. "I'm looking at you, sweetheart," she said. "Only at you."