Blurred Vision Upon Waking Up Novels & Stories

The blurry look of both eyes greeted me unceremoniously. Remembering how tightly I had closed my eyelids earlier there. I instantly blinked my eyelids a few times in a fairly quick motion. Trying to get rid of the blurry vision in my eyes now. Until not long after, the vision of my two eyes now completely became clear, and I began to look right at the reflection of myself right there in the mirror now. "No... no... this is impossible."

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.

The moment she woke up, her vision was so blurred that she could hardly see a figure. At that time, the old doctor comforted her that it was normal and that she would recover soon. However, two days had passed, but her vision was still very blurred! Even though she had been taking medicine on time, she still maintained the status quo of the day she woke up. "Won't my eyes get better?" Tina could not help murmuring. Everything around her was so blurry. Even if a person was standing in front of her, she couldn’t see his face at all, let alone the eyesight test chart on the wall.

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.

Aurora's P.O.V: A slow beeping sound woke me up from a deep slumber. At first, everything in front of my eyes was hazy, unfocused, but slowly, as I blinked several times, my vision started to clear. But still the drowsiness wanted to take over me, lull me back into a deep sleep. But I fought the urge. Something felt wrong…different. And it scared me. Forcing my eyes open with all the strength I had, I looked up at the clear white ceiling and immediately knew that I was no longer in my own house.

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.

she sighed. And the sigh was the beginning of her problem. Her symptoms worsened the moment she sighed. Her blurred vision became blurrier, and her head felt like it was being hammered with a rock. She halted in her tracks, shut her eyes, and caressed her head with her palms. "I just needed to get a taxi that would take me home," she thought. At the same time, a horn resounded beside her, causing her to slowly open her eyes. Her face had grown pale, and her lips were whitish. Anyone with eyes could easily discern that she wasn't in perfect condition.

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.

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.