Blurred Vision After Waking Up Novels & Stories

His head kept lolling back and forth as he tried to keep it steady, the whole room was spinning, as if he was sitting on a ferris wheel and someone was pushing him, but this felt much more intense and worse, his head was heavy and light at the same time. He kept narrowing and squinting his eyes trying to make out the silhouette in front of him but it was of no use because the more he tried, the more the image blurred and looked thin like a stripper's dancing pole. He groaned and let his head fall forward, trying to move his hand up and rub his eyes, he couldn't, they felt like they'd been restrained, and they stung around the wrist area. He shut his eyes countless times, blinking hard, befor

This was my first time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My husband's white shirt. My black pencil skirt. My husband's gray tie. I let my hair down, slightly wavy at the ends. My face was bare, but I put on a little red lipstick so I wouldn't look pale. Then I took my glasses from the bedside table. I wasn't blind, but my vision had been bothering me for the past few months. The doctor said it was a side effect of my heart condition. Blood flow to my eyes wasn't smooth, so sometimes my vision was a little blurry, especially when reading or looking at distant objects.

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.

SARAH I woke up with a jolt, my head pounding like a drum. The sharp pain was unbearable, and my vision was blurry. I tried to blink it away, but everything still seemed off, like I was seeing through a fog. I felt nauseous, my stomach churning in waves that made me want to throw up.

My vision is blurry and drool sticks to the side of my mouth, training down my cheek and dropping to the white sheets under me. I moan, wiping it off with the back of my hands as I blink repeatedly, trying to chase away the urge to drop back onto the bed and sleep. And that's when it hits me. I have to get to work. “Shit," I curse under my breath as my eyes instantly fly open, every trace of slumber leaving. I place my palm on the bed and force myself to sit up immediately, my heart jumping into my throat. I throw the covers aside, crawling off the bed as one thought continues to play in my mind–

I tried to turn to the direction of her voice but my neck felt stalked like something was holding it back. “Mom?” I called her, lifting my hand. She took it and appeared in my line of vision but her figure was a little blurry. My vision has been better these days. Why is it blurry again? “Baby” she sounds like she is crying, “I’m sorry I couldn't be there,” “Why can't I see you clearly?” I questioned, “Your vision got blurry again because of…an accident” My mom said, “But don't worry, It will get back to normal in a few days.”

Something inside me strained toward the answer, grasping for the missing piece of the puzzle— And just before it clicked, the vision shattered. I could feel myself being violently pulled away from the scene. The images blurred out of focus, and a blinding white light flooded my vision. As quickly and painfully as the memory had arrived, it vanished in a flash. And so did I. When my eyes finally snapped open, the ceiling above me was entirely strange. My head throbbed with a vicious ache, as if I had been struck by a rock. My sight was blurry, my mind completely disoriented, left alone in the quiet aftermath of a memory that wasn't mine.

By morning, I was having a swollen eye which was a result of lack of sleep, I also had a terrible headache thereby making my vision blur. I had a quick shower in my room and came downstairs for breakfast. Lesley was already sitting on the table, looking as handsome as ever. His piercing grey gaze fixated on me the moment he heard my footsteps on the stairs thereby making weak in the knee. "How are you feeling now?" He asked as I took my sit opposite him.

My mind usually doesn't work and freezes in morning and it needs a good beverage dose to resume its functioning. With blurred vision and intoxicated walk I trodded towards my bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror taking the support of the slab so that I don't end up falling on the ground. With closed eyes, I fluttered around my hands in search of the tap. Getting hold of it I quickly opened it and rested my hand through the chilled water flowing from the tap. Sprinkling some water on my face I finally opened my eyes, and got the opportunity to witness my badly swollen, half sleepy, intoxicated and dumb morning face.

I have to wake up early for my chores tomorrow so I have to go to bed early as well. I don't care if he disagrees, I'll just have to find a way to convince him. I'm so tired at the moment. After taking the decision, I stood up to go meet him but nearly fell back down as my vision blurred uncontrollably, my eyes feeling like they had rolled to the back of my head. I hold the table for support as I rest my hand on my forehead, massaging my temple gently. What the hell is going on? What's with the sudden dizziness?