Another Word For Blurred Novels & Stories

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

Mica cut in and my eyes dimmed. Whaaat???

With my blurred vision, I was incapable of distinguishing anything more than their vague shapes. I slowly hoist my tired body up into a sitting position, leaning my body against the headpost, rubbing my eyes at the same time in an endeavor to clear my cloudy vision. This time my vision was very clear but still a bit dim, so blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust to a bright ray surrounding the room.

Jalin said. I took a deep breath to calm down. As I tried to recall the elusive memory, my head felt like a jumbled mess of wires that refused to connect. I closed my eyes and tried to focus, but everything was blurry as if I was looking through a foggy window. I strained my brain to remember with my thoughts swirling around like leaves in a storm.

My vision begins to blurry and my stomach is hurting too. Then everything went blank.

Not clarity. But another life.

“That’s Giorgio?” The figure outside shifts again. The face is so very much blurry, like I was looking through shattered glass. “Fuck,” I mutter, rubbing my eyes. My head is pounding, and the blurry face is making it worse. Why the hell does his face look like that? It’s fucking blurry. It's my eyes. Faces are usually blurry, making it difficult for me to recognize them but… but this is worse than before. “What the hell has come upon you, son?” I don’t answer.

I blinked away misty eyes. In another life maybe.

My vision blurred, the world around me spinning. "Sweet dreams," he whispered.