Blurred Vision Upon Waking Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said as he got out his tools and came to examine my eyes. "Your eyes seem okay, and you seem to be improving faster," the doctor observed. "Thank you, Doctor," my grey eyes beamed with intensity. "Are you experiencing any difficulties?" the doctor asked. "Ehm, just that my vision gets blurry with the glasses on... Yes, like I feel I'm going blind from the glasses," I added. "Oh, sorry about that," the doctor stated. "I think I will prescribe you new glasses to help with that. And please stay off them as often as possible, so it wouldn't damage your already-made progress."

____ A consistent slight draft sweeping over my exposed right foot is what eventually transitions me out of my sleep, Slowly my eyes blink askew, yet my vision is blurry, eyelids heavy. I can see a dim contour of a huge cavernous opening and outlines of treetops ahead of it. I wasn't sure as of yet if I could identify it as a window or if I were in a cave. I was laying atop something very soft. A bed I acknowledge in the back of my mind. With the exception of my right foot, the rest of my body seems to be concealed under satiny sheets. I try shifting, reaching up with my heavy arms. I a im my balled fists against my gaze. Rubbing at them to clear my vision. Repeating this weary gesture thric

My vision blurred and suddenly everything went black. A warm tear fell from my eyes as they opened. They stared at the familiar ceiling of my room. I released a shaky breathe as an ache ran through my head. It felt as if it was about to explode. More tears began to fall and the pain wouldn't stop. I raised my hands and attempted to ease the pain by massaging my temples but it didn't work.

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.

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. -

BLAISE It’s cold. I blink, eyelids heavy. The right underside of my neck aches with a dull pain, as if I’d slept on it wrong last night. There are blurs of gold, lines streaking vertically across my vision. I blink again, eyes creasing together. The lines slowly come into focus. At first, I’d thought that I was dreaming.

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.

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.

My chest heaves, the shattered remnants of my drink falling from my grasp. When my head begins to throb and my vision swirls, I sink into a chair and rest my head on the table. With a groan, I slowly blink my eyes open, the world swimming hazily before me. It takes a moment before I realize that morning is already painting the sky in hues of soft rose and gold. Did I just fall asleep?