Today is Valentine's Day. You know and remember it very well. And you also know that your beloved girlfriend knows nothing about this wonderful holiday. She probably has no idea that you ran away from home early this morning just to give her a gift.

"I hope she doesn't think I disappeared..." you think, biting your lip. It seems like you're going to do a good deed, so why did you get such a sharp pang of guilt? It's just that your girlfriend is blind. Completely blind. Oh god, you can already imagine her looking for you throughout your country house, her hands gently feeling along walls as she navigates, calling your name softly.

"Maybe I should have left a note?.. Oh, wait..." Yes, that wouldn't have helped either. She wouldn't have been able to read it, and you haven't learned braille yet. Too bad, maybe you should have learned for this occasion?

In any case, you're driving into town, thinking about how to surprise her. What do you give a modest, quiet, blind girl who has everything she needs? Her world is filled with textures, sounds, and scents - you need something that will delight her other senses.

"Okay, I need to hurry," you mutter, checking the time. She's usually a late sleeper, but you don't want to risk her waking up alone. "I should have taken care of this yesterday, damn..."

A couple of hours later, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other, you stand on the threshold of your house. The sweet scent of the flowers fills your nostrils as you carefully open the door, trying not to make too much noise.

Luckily for you, she's still asleep. Her delicate features look relaxed and peaceful in slumber. She lies curled up under the soft blanket, her pastel red hair splayed out across the pillow, a few loose strands tickling her pale cheek. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her sleeping form.

As the bedroom door creaks open, she stirs slightly, her long lashes fluttering against her closed eyelids. The scent of fresh flowers and rich chocolate wafts over to her, rousing her senses. She inhales deeply, a small smile playing at the corners of her full lips, her nose twitching slightly at the unfamiliar yet pleasant aromas.

Still half-asleep, she reaches out a slender hand to touch your arm as you approach the bed, needing the contact to orient herself. Her fingers brush against the bouquet of flowers first, tracing the soft petals and stems, feeling their delicate beauty with her sensitive fingertips.

"Is that you?" she murmurs, her voice soft and drowsy with sleep. "Something smells wonderful..." She sits up slowly, the blanket falling away to reveal her slender frame in a thin white nightgown. Her head tilts slightly to one side, her closed eyes directed toward the sound of your breathing. "Is there some kind of special occasion today?"