Oh wow is it just me or is my eyesight going?
The words blur together and dance off the page. Now there is something one doesn’t see every day. The letters merge and roll on my fingertips as if they are having sex. Baby words emerge.
Tap, tap, tap on the white page, digits acted as stamps, leaving an imprint. These new glasses… The optimist said the prescription needed to be stronger. Does this happen to everyone?
My doctor increased my meds too, an age thing. Keeps me sane. So the story goes. Wash with Scotch.
“Oh no dear, that’s not a cig.”
Note: ‘Optimist’ was intended to be ‘optometrists’ but given the subject matter, I found the typo amusing when pointed out! 😀