Blurred Vision After Waking Up Novels & Stories

She whispered to herself before curling up next to her brother and falling into a light slumber. The next morning had come as the two siblings slept through the blizzard. Kate had awakened first, blinking away the sleepiness from her eyes as the morning sun cast the surrounding woods in a warm glow. She drowsily sat up and let out a yawn as she opened her eyes to find that the surrounding woods were cast in a sparkling white.

Ali said as Autumn took another deep breath before slowly opening her eyes. Dr. Ali was indeed right about Autumn's vision not being 100 percent clear, it was blurring as if she needed glasses, which made Autumn rather confused, "I-I-I don't understand, I can't see, my vision is blurring," she said in a disappointed tone as her voice cracked, "Don't be discourage, Autumn, your vision will be like that for probably twenty-four hours or longer depending on your body, it's completely normal," he said as Autumn nodded as she whispered 'okay' before going silent.

The gold flecks around his irises were prominent, and I swear they moved. Naturally, I reached out to put my glasses on, and I froze with my hands on the plastic frames. My hungover brain seemed to connect the dots much slower than usual. I could see his room! I could see his room without my glasses on! I slowly put the glasses up to my eyes, and all the colours and shapes blurred. “What the fuck?” I swore, jumping out of bed as quick as lightning. “Clem, what’s the matter?” Liam asked, his eyes wide.

I softly groaned as my head throbbed in pain. I opened my eyes slowly, and at first, I felt like everything was blurry. 'What happened? Did I lose my eyesight?' I started to feel panic while my heart beat fast. I was scared that I closed my eyes again. I slightly massage my eyes. Then, open it again. Finally, I could see a flash of light and the room where I was sleeping came to view. I could feel the rays of the sun hitting my eyes while the wind gently blew on my face. Then, I remembered what had happened.

“Some days it’s fine, but… it comes and goes. Like my eyes can’t decide what they want to do.” Dr. Patel tilted her head slightly. “Have you noticed if stress makes it worse? Or perhaps fatigue?” she asked. I thought back. Long nights of pretending to be fine, mornings where I plastered on a mask. “Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Everything feels… blurred when I’m tired. Not just my vision.” I told them. The words came out heavier than intended, and I instantly regretted them. Both doctors exchanged a quick look, the kind people think you don’t notice. But I did. I noticed everything.

I calmed myself down and ease my irritation. My eyes are still sleepy and half-closed. I tried opening my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. All I could see is blurry pictures. I can't even identify what's in front of me. Whenever I open my eyes, it hurts. So, when I forcefully open it, they can't help but shed small tears. I yawned, stretching my arms and limbs. Grabe! What a euphoric feeling. I did have a good night's sleep, all thanks to these soft pillows, blankets, and bed.

My vision grows blurry. And for the second time today, the world tilts. .

Sofiya I woke up with a terrible headache and vision so blurry that I could only see a person standing over me. I closed my eyes to try to get some of the tension out of my head, but that made things worse. The figure started to talk, and then it crouched down and moved toward me.

As him being a near-sighted geek, he still needs his glasses to make out the image of the street lights which he doesn’t remembered being there. All of the sudden, he felt his eyes getting heavy. Soon enough, he fell asleep with his glasses on. He woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. He sighed and slowly pushed himself up with one hand when he felt a stinging pain on his back. He paused for a moment, trying to feel the pain to its extent until it slowly feels bearable. He turned to look at the window and his brows rose when he didn’t see anything outside. The street lights weren’t there. He took his glasses above the bedside table, wore it, and went back to the window. His brows met w

I retorted and the silence that followed could have frozen fire. Chase studied me for a long, unnerving moment. Then, almost lazily, he said, “Noted.” Fast forward to that afternoon after back to back meetings and a spreadsheet that made my brain want to leak out of my ears, my contact lenses decided to betray me. At first, it was just a mild dryness. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and told myself I could make it through another hour but soon, my vision blurred. The words on the screen began to swim, morphing into something unreadable. My eyes burned, and everything turned fuzzy.