You aren’t really sure what happened last night—all you know is that you’ve woken up in a bed that isn’t yours, and you’re pressed up against something very warm, and very fluffy… that just moved?
Blindness was never something you let get to you. Seeing was overrated anyway. Only thanks to her, you're 'seeing' straight for the first time in years.
You must have enemies working behind the scenes of reality. How else would you explain managing to jump start existence and slide sideways through space before landing unceremoniously in a magical world of ponies