Blurred Vision Upon Waking Up Novels & Stories

She said instead, obviously trying to change the subject. “ And?” She realised a frustrated breath.“ And it disappeared the moment I stood up. I had a piercing headache before that and then my vision went blurry.” I creased my brows, my brain analysing her explanation.“ Can you remember what happened before that?” "Yeah, I think I had a dream that felt so real. I can't really explain it, but it felt like déjà vu.” I nodded knowingly. She most likely regained a fragment of her memory that triggered her eyesight, but I'm not telling her this.“ You had a visual Remission, and in a few days, you should get your sight back.”

This was my first time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My husband's white shirt. My black pencil skirt. My husband's gray tie. I let my hair down, slightly wavy at the ends. My face was bare, but I put on a little red lipstick so I wouldn't look pale. Then I took my glasses from the bedside table. I wasn't blind, but my vision had been bothering me for the past few months. The doctor said it was a side effect of my heart condition. Blood flow to my eyes wasn't smooth, so sometimes my vision was a little blurry, especially when reading or looking at distant objects.

Red’s POV It's hard to wake up first thing in the morning... Let alone with a fuzzy head and a hangover. I rolled over and looked for my glasses, they weren't there. Grumbling, and with a very full bladder, I sat up and looked around.. Got to find them damn glasses I thought, as the world came into focus. While this wasn't the first time I'd lost my glasses, I was sure that this was the first time I had seen this room.

My vision is blurry and drool sticks to the side of my mouth, training down my cheek and dropping to the white sheets under me. I moan, wiping it off with the back of my hands as I blink repeatedly, trying to chase away the urge to drop back onto the bed and sleep. And that's when it hits me. I have to get to work. “Shit," I curse under my breath as my eyes instantly fly open, every trace of slumber leaving. I place my palm on the bed and force myself to sit up immediately, my heart jumping into my throat. I throw the covers aside, crawling off the bed as one thought continues to play in my mind–

Alexander slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar environment; even though his vision was blurry, he could still make out his room. And he was certain this was not his room. He spent the first few seconds of his awakening rubbing his eyes, trying to recall any incident that occurred before he fell asleep. He sat up with his brow furrowed, looking around the room, feeling disoriented, and his head was throbbing fiercely. He blinked his eyes severally and was able to get rid of the blurred vision so that he could take in his environment properly. He gazed around the room again, and then he saw a comb, toiletries, and a bedside table with an intercom. The realization hit him.

Even my hands felt it too, itching to release tension by clenching my knuckles, but when I did, there was no sound and the numbness didn't subside. I exhaled through my lips, trying not to let my situation bother me. i spent another hour at work until I finished printing all the papers. However, just as I had finished organizing everything, my vision suddenly became blurry. The things I saw were moving sometimes merging into two, then back into one, fading away. Even when I tightly closed my eyes and rubbed them, nothing changed. In the midst of my struggle to regain clear vision, Bella turned to face me and asked, "What's happening?"

My vision blurred. Then everything went black.

I woke up in the medical centre. Blinking blearily, it took me a while to return to myself. My vision was blurred, hazy streaks of light and dark and other things, colourful things that I could not yet truly recognise, spun together and made my temples throb.

Suddenly he room started to blur. I realize that I was starting to wake up.

With my blurred vision, I was incapable of distinguishing anything more than their vague shapes. I slowly hoist my tired body up into a sitting position, leaning my body against the headpost, rubbing my eyes at the same time in an endeavor to clear my cloudy vision. This time my vision was very clear but still a bit dim, so blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust to a bright ray surrounding the room.