Glasses For Reading And Computer Use Novels & Stories

I don't want him to get the wrong idea either. I leave the phone among all my notes and adjust my reading glasses. I don't usually wear them, but I've found that if I read and concentrate so much, my vision gets tired faster and it gives me a headache. They're old glasses that I sometimes wore in high school and haven't used since then until now that exams have started. I use them to read and reread the same thing over and over, repeating it mentally. "Dork and four eyes, you've got it all," Ashton says.

I argue. “Prove it.” He blows out a breath, then ragefully pulls out a textbook, a notebook, and… Glasses? I’m mesmerized as he pulls the thick, dark frames out of their case and uses a small piece of red cloth to clean them. His huge bicep flexes as he puts the pair on. When he catches my eye again, he pauses, “What?” “I just… you wear glasses?” “To read.” “But you don’t need them?” I crook my brow.

I replied. Sophie came up to us and said, “Excuse me.” She stood between us, and Zach stepped aside. Just before I got in the car, Zach handed me something. “What’s this?” “Glasses. Your computer screen seems to be reflecting light. I can see it from across the lot. You should wear these when working.” The case looked nice. I did not even realize that it was for glasses. I opened it to look inside. Before I could decide whether to accept the glasses, Sophie grabbed the case from my hands and threw it back to Zach. “We can buy our own.”

I’d not worn them since they’d died, terrified they’d break for good, but there wasn’t a chance in Hell I’d have left them back in Desert Oak. I took out a small stack of books and set them down on the woven rug beside me. “Books!” He shot over to his desk and rifled around in the mess there before pulling out a pair of glasses. “What have you brought with you?” I swallowed hard. Rather than answering, I tried to keep my voice light and teasing. It came out strangled. “You wear glasses?” He pulled a face. “Only for reading. Don’t tell anyone – only my Beta and Gamma know.”

"You know what, Summer? I'm a good person. I think I should help you up." He extends his hand. I stare at it like it's a snake. Every instinct screams not to touch him, not to give him anything he can use against me. I push myself up on shaking arms, ignoring the sting in my scraped palms. My glasses. Where are they… I spot them a few feet away. The frame is cracked, one lens completely shattered. Those were new. I saved for two months to buy them because my mom couldn't afford another pair and I needed them to see the board in class.

Then he crouched in front of me so I could see his whole face. “Listen to me,” he said. “This is the part where I have to be a doctor and not just a guy who’s happy for you. You rest. You avoid bright screens, sudden light, strain. You do not read for long stretches. And you do not, under any circumstances, overuse these eyes in the first weeks. You understand?” “I understand.” I was lying. I wasn’t even listening, not really. I was watching dust move in a beam of light and I had not seen dust move in a beam of light in three years and I would have agreed to anything.

So, when I was already ignoring the sunlight and going back to sleep, my cell phone vibrated darkly, like a living and impatient creature. Grumbleing that I still had half an hour to rest, I raised my arm and groped the wooden nightstand in search of the cell phone. My glasses appeared first, and I made a great effort to clean the residues of tiredness in my eyes and put on the accessory. I couldn't see shit without the glasses, and I was still unlucky enough to be allergic to contact lenses. Either I would face a beautiful surgery to correct the tiredness of the eyes, or I needed to get used to the small injuries that the long use of the glasses caused on my nose when I ended up sleeping wi

We both stepped out and continued walking towards my office. "You suffer from Astigmatism Laura." He said, almost as if lecturing me. "I definitely went through your file when you newly got hired. So I know what you suffer from, and I did my research. I actually have an older brother who is an optometrist. He said toric contact lens would be best for your eye defect. And the blue light protection glasses were because you tend to look closely at the desktop screen all day." Wow! Wow. This man was definitely unusually thoughtful.

In the last two months, I already started using glasses because I do stare at the screen of my laptop a lot and I have been having bad headaches. "You actually do look sexier with your large glasses. I like it." Jake commented on it the first time he saw me wearing them. I tipped my glasses higher up on my nose to prevent it from falling off. I glanced at the large black wall clock and the time said past eight pm. I should probably take these kids to bed now. I shut down my laptop, "okay kids, it's time to go to bed." I cooed as I picked up Arielle while Grayson continued to play with his toy as he blabbered about.

I feel how I harden myself. I must stay away from her when I think with the brain above. After all, the grass that is for the donkey is not eaten by the cow. I must stop spending so much time listening to Rosa and my father's sayings. She lifts her eyes and gazes at me over the book. He is wearing aerial glasses, the kind that only have the glass and legs. Rounded reading glasses give it an air of remoteness and sophistication. It seems to be a thousand steps from me, but its orbs heat me as if it were inside my skin.