Blurred Vision After Waking Up Novels & Stories

He gulped. Almost immediately, his head felt numb. Afterwards, a throbbing sensation started crawling from the back of his skull towards his eyes. He grimaced as his vision turned blurry, then after blinking a few times, it started to slowly return to normal. Perhaps, more than normal, as now he could see things inside the room as if they were being shined by a full moon light. "Well that was something..." he remarked.

My eyes fluttered, and the rushed footsteps vibrated through the floor to my head, keeping me half conscious as my vision blurred. Everything faded slowly as if I was pushed into a lake and was sinking deeper as each second unfolded. — My eyes wavered open, my vision unclear and all I could see were white floating dots around all sources of light around me. I couldn't point my finger at an object, I could only tell the difference between light and darkness. I blinked, my vision becoming clearer slowly. I was lying in a bed, in a room, a room with a particular stench I could never mistake.

My vision blurs “I… I think so.” I hear people rushing toward us, shouting. Sirens wail in the distance. My eyelids feel heavy. I try to stay awake, but the world around me blurs and the voices fade into nothing. Then, darkness. - When I wake, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital burn my eyes. A dull ache throbs in my arm, but I can tell nothing is broken. My head is pounding, though, and the sheets beneath me are proof that I’m not at home. I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I adjust to my surroundings.

I felt the sensation of wind being blown into my eyes, making my vision go slightly blurry. I blinked a few times to try and get my eyes to focus. I squeezed Dmitri’s hand as my sight cleared. Everything looked like it belonged in one of those cheesy dream sequences you see in soap dramas. Everything was a little too bright, and a bit hazy, like a fog had filled the room. Even the people looked the same, but different.

A lot. My vision started to blur as I experienced more pain in my side. I looked down at it again, but there was still nothing there. Not a scratch ripped through my filthy pajamas from the other night. The pain became all too much and I felt my vision blurring, barely registering the cold tile on my face before I lost consciousness. -

Blurry vision clearing to bring my surroundings to me. Hazy in my sudden awakening, my head aches with the after-effects of far too much alcohol and a night of walking myself to death. I have a hangover, head pounding me into oblivion as those first few seconds of happy waking ebb away into reality, and now I remember whose fault it is and who is lying beside me, breathing so deeply in his comatose state of slumber. The culprit, who kept plying me with booze and egging me on while at the hilltop and later at his place. He is the reason I have woken to suffer.

CHAPTER 45 Marcellus woke up with a start. His head was pounding, and his vision was blurred. As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, he realized he was lying on a bed in a room that was blindingly bright. The white light was shining directly on his face, making it difficult for him to see anything else in the room. He squinted his eyes and tried to adjust his vision.

Rover pov A cold splash of water wakes me up. I try to open my eyes but my right eye refuses service. The vision in my left eye is blurry and lacks colour. The bitter taste of wolfsbane lingers in my mouth. That explains why my right eye won’t open yet. My head throbs. I try to move, the movement opens a dam of memories to break.

Did I spend two hours staring at the wall? F*ck, I didn’t want to get up. No, I could still get some sleep. Just when I cuddled into the bed, Carissa got up, stretching her hands and yawning so widely that I could smell her morning breath. “Is it morning already?” she said, looking around for her glasses. She had this rare eye disorder. At least for an hour after waking up, she’d be temporarily blind and wouldn’t be able to see anything so she had these special glasses. She’d need to wear it for this one hour to see before her eyes returned to normal.

My sobs became whispers, and soon my whispers faded into silence. With that same broken position on the floor, I cried myself to sleep. The next day I woke up to the morning sun bright and shiny, with warm rays spilling into my room. Normally, I would have smiled awake, stretched my arms and greeted the day with cheer. But not this morning. When I opened my eyes, the room looked blurry from the tears that had dried on my face. My head ached from crying too much. I dragged myself out of bed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, with dark circles under them. My hair was a tangled mess.