Blurry Vision When Waking Up Novels & Stories

____ 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

I blinked to clear the blurriness that was creeping into my vision as I focused on the task in front of me. I was just exhausted. The events from yesterday, and the fact that I didn’t get enough sleep, were contributing to it. I kept working, scrubbing faster when my vision blurred again. This time, I couldn’t ignore how dizzy I felt. The clothes slipped from my grip as I tried to steady myself, but everything tilted before me. And then, everything went black.

"Gosh, look at you; you are so beautiful. Now you must wake up and know you are on the right path. Soon my child, soon. All will be revealed." "Now, wake up!" A blinding light flashes, my eyes slightly flutter open, and I groan. My vision is blurry, and I cannot see anything clearly. Plus, my heart aches in my chest. It's like someone has been using it as a stress ball, and I am not sure why. I blinked rapidly, and the steady sound of a monitor beeping caught my attention. Was I in a hospital? A quiver ran down my spine, all the hair on my skin stood at attention, and I felt slight prickles on the pores of my skin. Why is my vision blurry?

I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones, making it harder and harder to stay awake. My vision began to blur, and the words on the pages of my book started to dance around, making it impossible to focus on them. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to clear them, but it didn't help. It was as if a veil had been drawn over my eyes, making everything hazy and indistinct.

My vision starts to get blurry black dots started to appear in front of my eyes. I heared veer telling me to not close my eyes but I felt my eyes shut and darkness engulfed me..

I stirred on the bed, stretching my limbs with a pop. My eyelids fluttered open, lips parting to release a drawn out yawn, I winced softly, rubbing my exposed tummy. My vision was a bit blurry and I squinted when I turned towards the window, the bright morning light shining in my direction.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that everywhere was blurry. I blink, feeling tears rush down my eyes due to the pain of trying to clear my eyes. I blink again and the ceiling comes into focus, it's a hammered glass that houses several florescent bulbs. The hammered glass is surrounded by a white pop ceiling that hurts my eyes. I shut my eyes and try to think of where I could be.

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.

I was losing the battle and felt my breath leaving me, my vision starting to fade as blackness encroached on the edges of my consciousness. As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile white surroundings of a hospital room came into focus. The bright lights overhead caused a pulsing headache to form behind my eyes, and the blurry vision only added to the disorientation. I felt groggy and the room spun around me. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the harsh lighting. Everything felt hazy and indistinct, making it difficult to make sense of my surroundings. My thoughts were muddled, and it took a great effort to remember how I got here.

My vision blurred and the music felt quite loud . “You look pale.” A concerned waitress said. “Are you alright?” I nodded weakly. “Yes—just a bit worn out.” But I wasn't worn out. There was a problem, something was wrong and I couldn't place my fingers on what it was. I poured a customer’s drink but the glass felt cold in my hands and my vision was blurry as I tried to focus.by blinking. I almost dropped the glass because it slipped a little. The older bartender next to me, Marco reached for it before I could put it down.