Blurred Vision After Waking Up Novels & Stories

Even my hands felt it too, itching to release tension by clenching my knuckles, but when I did, there was no sound and the numbness didn't subside. I exhaled through my lips, trying not to let my situation bother me. i spent another hour at work until I finished printing all the papers. However, just as I had finished organizing everything, my vision suddenly became blurry. The things I saw were moving sometimes merging into two, then back into one, fading away. Even when I tightly closed my eyes and rubbed them, nothing changed. In the midst of my struggle to regain clear vision, Bella turned to face me and asked, "What's happening?"

She felt warm and well taken care of, and soon her brain went fuzzy with warmth as all thoughts slipped from her grasp and sleep overcame her again. When Aella woke again, she felt much better than the last time. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Her vision was slightly blurred at the edges and white spots danced before her eyes. She tried to sit up but fell back to the bed in exhaustion and resorted to staring around at the room.

Beep. Beep. Beep. A loud noise awakens me, but disappears as soon as I open my eyes. My vision remains blurry and I swear that I can see a lab room with doctors bustling about surrounding me. My limbs feel heavy and weak. Then I blink and am back in the same bed I woke up in yesterday. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Nothing has changed when I open them again. I am still sitting in bed covered by my navy blue comforter. My desk stands opposite my bed in the right corner of the room. Both my closet door and bathroom door hang open the way that I usually leave them.

Derek's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes snapped open, and a sharp, blinding wave of pain immediately spiked right behind my forehead. Everything was a blurry, out of focus smudge for a second, the morning light coming through the window hurting my retinas until my vision finally sharpened.

Was I hungover? “Easy,” a voice said, softly. “I’ll close the curtains. Your eyes still may be sensitive.” “ ‘Are,” I mumbled into the pillow I’d burrowed myself into. The bright light faded significantly, and I tried to open my eyes again. My lids felt like lead weights over them. Very, very slowly, my vision came back to me. It started with a mess of shapes, blurred around the edges then melted into colors and shapes I could recognize. I was in a dorm room. A man’s at that, judging by the lack of décor.

Fogged Memory Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision. She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table. She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text. Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help. A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.

Something heavy lands on my head and a ringing echoes in my ears before my vision turns back and I become unaware of my surroundings. ****** A pain equivalent to a hangover hits me. My droopy eyelids lift gradually to a blurry image of a person. “Hey, you okay?” The words register in my head one by one before I recognize that voice. I wake up with a dizzy head and blurry vision, blinking rapidly to clear my view of Denzel. “What happened?” My voice sounds hoarse to myself. I look around me to realize I’m laying on my bed in my room. How am I here? Weren’t we looking for the stalker at the cafe?

The physician made some notes on his parchment and said, "I'll give you some herbs for the pain, your highness. You should rest as much as possible and avoid any strenuous activities." Ragnar groaned and shifted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but the pain persisted. He could feel the dull ache in his abdomen and the throbbing pain in his head. It was like a constant reminder of the danger and chaos that had surrounded him. Ragnar then asked, "Why is my vision blurry?" The physician hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully before he answered, "Your Highness, it is because of the impact to your head when you fell off your b

My vision is blurry as I adjust to waking up and letting my eyes adjust to the brightness in my room. Once the fogginess clears from my eyes, they nearly bug out as they focus on the time on the clock. How the hell can it be one in the afternoon?! I never sleep this late! I throw the blanket to the side and rush to get dressed, pulling a simple outfit out of my wardrobe, not caring what it looks like. I can feel Athena stretching in my head as she lets out a big yawn. 'What the hell is going on?' she grumbles. 'You are interrupting some beauty sleep.'

Lucy’s eyelids fluttered open, the world around her a blur of colors and shapes. For a moment, she struggled to make sense of where she was, her mind still clouded by the remnants of the dream—or was it a nightmare? She couldn’t tell. Her head throbbed like it was being hit by a hard object. Her body felt like it was weighed down by a thousand stones. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her vision, the edges of her surroundings gradually sharpening into view.