Although November was blind, she acted like any other teenager, but yet never acted like one as well. She wanted freedom; she wanted to get rid of the help. She wanted to be normal not disabled. And every day, she woke up with the same desire. Like today, she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run freely like a horse. She dreamed of the freedom, the power, but fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as the beast live, moved purely by need and desire. She’s torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm.