64. Pillow talk

“Thanks, my love, for picking out my outfit. I can do the rest from here.”

Dexter slipped on a pair of light brown skinny-leg pants with a deep royal gold thick sweater. He grabbed a lightweight gold scarf with guitar designs throughout the scarf. He brushed his hair in the direction he always did. Taesha had already sprayed his cologne on his clothes. He sat down while slipping into his shoes, grabbing his leather brown jacket and sunglasses as he left the bedroom.

Once she selected his clothing, then she picked out her own. ‘So this is what it would be like with him completely blind for the rest of our lives.’ She never imagined herself being married to a man that was blind. She worried about them being an interracial couple and how others would treat them. But she never in millions of years thought she would be married to a man who couldn’t see.

Taesha silently continued to pray his sight even if only what he had before with the ash gray would return. Then, she got dressed, took h