Blurry Vision When Waking Up Novels & Stories

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

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.

I still feel sleepy and I could feel the coldness of the morning creeping on my skin already. “Oh, you're awake?” I asked and covered my mouth when I yawned. I looked at her barely opening my eyes. My vision also started becoming blurry but I know it was only because I lacked sleep. I leaned my back on the edge of the elevator and closed my eyes. “No. You're hallucinating. Don't you know that?” I hissed when I sensed sarcasm in her voice. This woman. Tsked. “I don't know. Maybe you're seeing unreal, you need to get it checked by a doctor, Mira.”

I was trying to remember how I got there. The memories came back in scattered pieces. I made myself a cup of tea. Put it next to my laptop. I was working, looking at the screen trying to finish what I was writing. Everything seemed normal. Then the words, on the screen started to get blurry. I thought my eyes were just tired so I blinked a times. But the letters just got harder to see they started to swim and I could barely read them. Then I suddenly sat up. My heart started beating really fast. The room was empty. No Soren. No maids.

Suddenly, I could vaguely hear footsteps thudding towards me accompanied by shouting but everything appeared blurry and I was unable to identify anyone or anything. Well, that was the last thing I remember before waking up. I woke up with a dull pain in my stomach and I'm enveloped by the stench of rotting leaves. The air was heavy and damp, pressing against my skin like a clammy shroud. "Where am I?" I wondered, with my eyes still shut. When I decided to open my eyes, my vision was sleep-blurred and untrustworthy. All I could see were moving shapes of white and dark. I tried to rub away the sleep fogging my vision with the fingers of my left hand and while I did, I heard someone's voice.

My vision is blurry as I adjust to waking up and letting my eyes adjust to the brightness in my room. Once the fogginess clears from my eyes, they nearly bug out as they focus on the time on the clock. How the hell can it be one in the afternoon?! I never sleep this late! I throw the blanket to the side and rush to get dressed, pulling a simple outfit out of my wardrobe, not caring what it looks like. I can feel Athena stretching in my head as she lets out a big yawn. 'What the hell is going on?' she grumbles. 'You are interrupting some beauty sleep.'

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. -

Now that she woke up and realized that she was in a car, her head throbbed in pain, her vision was blurry and her mouth was dry. She blinked a few more times to get a clearer picture of her situation, and she began to remember the things that happened before she passed out.

I muttered under my breath as mom shook my shoulder. "Dear?" Ah, now I understand why my vision is blurry. It's because my tears are flowing profusely right now…

The gold flecks around his irises were prominent, and I swear they moved. Naturally, I reached out to put my glasses on, and I froze with my hands on the plastic frames. My hungover brain seemed to connect the dots much slower than usual. I could see his room! I could see his room without my glasses on! I slowly put the glasses up to my eyes, and all the colours and shapes blurred. “What the fuck?” I swore, jumping out of bed as quick as lightning. “Clem, what’s the matter?” Liam asked, his eyes wide.