Literature
Sight For Sore Eyes
“Fuck- God damn it-” Stanley’s eyes twitched shut, and with their closure came what felt like burning accompanied with needles poking on his eyes. He tried opening them but his eyelids could only bear a second of exposure before shutting once more. Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, now out of frustration rather than the infernal sensation that ambushed him. It was late at night, and there was still work he needed to get done by tomorrow, and he definitely couldn’t do it whilst blind. Standing up and accidentally bumping into his desk, he stumbled his way over to the bathroom, navigating a mostly accurate mental map of his apartment. From there Stanley turned the faucet and doused his face in the cold water. It provided slight relief, and he opened his eyes to douse himself again. He paused for a moment and tried to keep them open. For a second, relief. The next, a near convulsion as his vision disappeared. Stanley stood there for a minute, patiently waiting for whatever
