Blurred Vision Upon Waking Novels & Stories

I took a bottle of water out of Blake's mini refrigerator and sat at my desk. I still had some data that I needed to enter into the system. I began documenting the data and opened my water, taking a sip. My vision started to get blurry while I was working. Thinking it might be because I was staring at the computer, I rubbed my eyes and closed them, trying to clear my vision that was becoming blurry. When I opened my eyes again, my vision was still blurry, and the room began to spin. The door opened and I looked over at the door and saw a blurry Blake. I could see that he was saying something to me, but I couldn't make it out.

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.

"Honestly?" "I prefer honesty." "My head hurts." He nodded. "I expected that." "And..." She sighed softly. "I feel... tired." His expression softened. "I imagine you do." He checked her pupils carefully with a small penlight. "Any dizziness?" "A little." "Nausea?" "No." "Blurred vision?" "It was blurry when I first woke up." "But it's better now." "Good." He made a few notes on the chart. Eva watched him quietly. Something about him felt...

Blur. The lines in front of him are completely blurry. He silently tries to read the letters on the page but it’s nearly impossible. Ryder sighs and puts on a pair of glasses. His vision is slightly clearer but he still can’t read too well. For the past few days, his vision keeps on switching between blurry and clear. Sometimes, he can see well. Sometimes, he can’t see beyond a few feet. He leans back against the leather chair and stares outside the window. It’s a clear night sky. The distant stars are almost negligible to him. He doesn’t react but simply stares into the distance, wondering how long he has.

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

As soon as Kevin Kyle returned to the office, his secretary handed him some documents. Kevin Kyle picked up the documents and read them. As he was reading, the words on the document slowly became blurred and his head became heavier. Kevin Kyle quickly closed his eyes and took off his glasses, then he massaged his temples, hoping to ease the pain. However, two minutes later, this situation was not relieved, and it had gotten more serious. He opened his eyes, and his vision was still blurred. He always rested little throughout his life. No matter how tired he was, he hadn't experienced such a situation today. He didn't know what happened.

In the soft haze of morning light, Howard stirred awake, golden rays spilling across his face like an unwelcome intruder. His eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the fog of a restless night, and for a fleeting moment, he lay there disoriented, the world around him a blur of half-formed shadows.

My brain is awake now, with a primal surge of adrenaline that should carry me up to standing but my cold heavy limbs disobey. When I finally decided to open my eyes my vision is sleep-blurred and untrustworthy. All I see are shapes of light and dark. I try to rub away the sleep fogging my vision with the fingers of my left hand because the right still feels dead and will not obey my directions. I did so, and my visions began to clear up bit by bit. A large room, with intricate furnitures. My brows scrunched and my eyes shut again as I try to regain some memories.

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.

Not realizing that she is already exhausted, she starts to feel dizzy - the surroundings start to become blurry and she feels a stinging pain in her head that makes her faint immediately on the floor. As Nora slowly regains consciousness, her mind emerges from the depths of unconsciousness, bringing her back to the realm of reality. The world around her begins to materialize, blurry at first, but gradually sharpening into focus. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing a hazy view of her surroundings. Her body feels heavy as if emerging from a deep sleep, and she struggles to find her bearings. The room spins for a moment, threatening to pull her back into the void, but she fights against it, det