Blurred Vision Upon Waking Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My eyes fluttered open, my blurry vision gradually sharpening. I groaned over my head groggily until my sense started to come back. “Wait!!” My eyes snapped wide open. I looked over my body, I was in my pyjamas. A great relief washed over my body seeing I was surrounded by posters and pictures I hung on the wall of my room. But... what happened? My head ached so badly, I could only recall vague pictures from last night, everything else to me was like a blur.

“Some days it’s fine, but… it comes and goes. Like my eyes can’t decide what they want to do.” Dr. Patel tilted her head slightly. “Have you noticed if stress makes it worse? Or perhaps fatigue?” she asked. I thought back. Long nights of pretending to be fine, mornings where I plastered on a mask. “Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Everything feels… blurred when I’m tired. Not just my vision.” I told them. The words came out heavier than intended, and I instantly regretted them. Both doctors exchanged a quick look, the kind people think you don’t notice. But I did. I noticed everything.

I would never tell them 'goodnight' too, over my dead body. *** "Hmmm..." A soft, involuntary sound escaped my lips as I felt the morning sun directly hitting my face, its warmth breaking through the remnants of my sleep at this hour. I tried to turn away and drift back into sleep, wanting to hide from the reality of waking up in this room, but the ambient noise drifting in from the open veranda kept pulling me back to full consciousness. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open. At first, my vision was incredibly blurry and hazy, a natural consequence of just waking up from a long, deep slumber. But within a few seconds, the fog cleared and everything sharpened into focus.

My vision blurred. My eyes, I could barely keep them open anymore. It was as though they had a mind of their own, forcing their way shut. Seconds turned to minutes and I finally let go, drifting to sleep.

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

Sitting on my bed, I felt a dull pain on my forehead as I creased it gently. My vision blurred as I closed my eyes, breathing in and out softly. I opened my eyes yet again as I tried to rub away the sleep fogging my vision. It felt as if I had slept forever.

When I wake up, my vision is blurry and my head is groggy. I feel nauseous and cold. I don't know where I am. I try to open my eyes to get a better look around, only for my stomach to somersault. I begin to dry heave, using what little strength I have not to throw up. I lean back and feel my back rest against a cold wall. I lean my head back slowly, allowing my stomach to settle before I try to open my eyes once more. After several minutes, I feel the nausea begin to settle, so I try to open my eyes once more.

As I closed my eyes, I resolved to rise stronger, wiser, and more mindful of the consequences that awaited those who. I groggily opened my eyes, my head throbbing mercilessly as if it were being squeezed in a vice. The room spun around me in a dizzying swirl of colors and shapes. I squinted, trying to focus, but everything seemed hazy and distorted. Blinking several times, I attempted to clear my blurred vision, desperate to make sense of my surroundings.