Glasses For Reading And Computer Use Novels & Stories

The baby suddenly broke into a wide, gummy, toothless smile, kicking her little legs against his arm. Davis felt a sudden heat behind his eyelids, his vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. Chelsea blinked, catching the faint glint of moisture in his eyes. Was he actually crying? It was a sight she had never witnessed in all the years she had known him. "I... I've been prescribed reading glasses recently," Davis muttered quickly, clearing his throat and rubbing his thumb against his eye. "Because of work... you know, staring at monitor screens all day." Chelsea couldn't help the small, genuine smile that touched her lips at his absurdly overly detailed excuse. "It's okay, Davis."

"That you're happy." "I am happy. Happier than I've been in years." "Good. That's... that's really good." We sit in comfortable silence for a moment. The fire pops. The tea is warm in my hands. "Can I ask you something?" I say. "Anything." "Why do you wear glasses? I've never seen you in them before." He touches the frames self-consciously. "I only need them for reading. And I usually wear contacts during the day. Glasses make me look..."

"Are you blind? Check it out." Confused, Sally took the glasses and looked outside again. She held the binoculars up, sighted down them to the blue light and then held them to her eyes. She adjusted the spread of the glasses, then looked through them again. She saw the blue glow, but everything was blurry. She rolled her finger along the focus on top of the glasses and the image sharpened. A man was sitting at his computer, reading something. Sally lowered the glasses and looked back at Trish and Becky. They stared through the window blinds as if their very lives depended on it.

Kyle asked her. “I can swear if I wanted to, but I’d say I prefer the contact lens to the glasses, they are much comfortable like you said.” “I prefer the glasses.” Rex said and they all stare at him. “Why?” Kyle and Cherry asked. “She looks better in them, that's one. Two, it’s her first time using contact lenses, you are sure she can be hygienic when using them? Remember they are worn over the eyes. A little bacteria can make you blind for life, and likewise, she would need them one day.” Rex advised Cherry, not in the most sensitive way. He didn’t want to admit she is cute wearing glasses.

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

I dropped the file in my hand on the bed with a dry click of my tongue. I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes to ease the pressure growing in them from staring at the laptop's screen for so long. I massaged the bridge of my nose, finally accepting the hint to take a break. I yawned, running my hand through my tousled hair. My back was aching from sitting upright for too long; it craved a lie-me-down. I closed the laptop with a satisfying thud; the screen was now dark, and the sudden absence of the screen's light was a relief to my tired eyes.

“Is it some type of hair decoration? It’s nice I…” Primus starts shaking next to me with laughter. Howling he takes a moment to catch his breath. “They are spectacles, they are for your eyes.” “My eyes?” “Here,” he gently removes them from my awkward grip and places them on my face, carefully looping the wire behind my ears. Everything is suddenly bigger, more sharply focused. I blink several times“They are for when you are reading. I just remember how you complained that the big books hurt your eyes and…” “You remembered,” I gasp. “You remembered that conversation we had in the garden.”

Kids don’t always understand why their parents have so little patience. I take my glasses off my eyes and clean the lenses with a special wipe. It is not that I cannot see without them, I just cannot see very far without them. I place them back on my eyes and as the view comes into focus, I can see one of the men at the table staring intently at me.

But then, how would I tell him that? He spine was straight as he typed away on his own computer, face serious as he stared at the screen. He usually wore these blue light glasses while he worked, and now, as they sat low on the bridge of his nose, he looked like a typical working person. There wasn't even a scowl on his face. He looked up all of a sudden, and I nearly choked on my own spit as I tore my gaze away from him and faced my work. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared sideways through the transparent walls of his office.

This one happens to be gorgeous and that's is a bad thing. Unlike the picture, Eli is in an extremely low cut which only indicates that he's gotten tired of his curly hair. His glasses are sitting on the bridge of his nose and Anna told me his glasses were specifically designed to be worn from 7 am to 9 pm to not wear out his eyes and cause further damage to his rod and cones.