Writing Wednesday | A Story About Finding Something That Has Been Lost

This week’s prompt is ‘A Story About Finding Something that Has Been Lost’.  I hope it’s relatable to those who wear glasses.

The story is below the cut.

BEEP.  BEEP. BEEEP.

The alarm shot me out of a really peaceful dream where I was making out with Chris Evans.  I sighed heavily and reached my arm out to my bedside table looking without my eyes for my alarm clock.  My fingers stumbled blindly over the buttons until I hit the large button that was designed to turn off my alarm.

I sighed again and moved to draw my hand back into the safety of my warm covers and managed to knock half of the contents of my bedside table off of the table.  I heard the clunk of my phone hitting the ground and a certain skittering noise as my glasses decided to fling themselves somewhere mysterious.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I was pretty much blind without my glasses which meant that I literally could not do anything without them.  I had to find them before I would be able to progress about my day and they had this really unfortunate tendency to disappear whenever I knocked them off the bedside table.  But despite the fact that I needed to go out and get ready for the day, I was not ready to leave the warmth of my covers and face the cold of my hardwood floor as I rested on my hands and knees and tried to find my glasses.

I pulled the covers up to my chin and made a moaning noise. There were lots of things on my to do list for the day but I just couldn’t bear it.  But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t laze about in bed for the whole day. I had to find my glasses and to do that I had to get out of bed.  I sat up and let the covers fall off and pool around my waist.  The cold hair hit my shoulder like a wall.  I shivered and pushed the covers down further until my legs were free.  Then I scooted on my butt to the edge of the bed and lowered my toes gingerly onto the floor.  It wouldn’t do if I stomped onto my glasses with a careless step down from my bed.

I crouched down and squinted but I couldn’t see anything remotely glasses like.  I found my phone pretty quickly.  I brought it close to my face and inspected it.  It didn’t seem to have any damage despite its sky dive without a parachute. I set it on the edge of the bed so it was out of the way and glanced around once more.  My glasses weren’t in the immediate vicinity.  I leaned down and slipped my arm underneath the bed. It was a bit too low and I was a bit too inflexible to see underneath the bed while also groping around for my glasses.

My hand landed on something fuzzy and I recoiled with a shriek.  When I leaned down to see under the bed I found a fuzzy slipper sock that was crunched up into a ball.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I tried to take some deep calming breaths with moderate success.

I leaned back down and began to search with my fingers.  I was slightly more cautious than before and moved my fingers slower and with more caution. I encountered tiny object after tiny object but not a single one of them were my glasses.  Eventually I fell back on my heels and checked my phone for the time. I was running late.  I couldn’t leave without my glasses but if I didn’t hurry I wouldn’t have time for breakfast.  I would have to come back to it.

I carefully padded out of my bedroom and over to the bathroom.  I showered really quickly and set my hair in a long braid down my hair. I wasn’t going to have time to dry it. I went about doing my make-up, leaning in close to the mirror so I could actually see what I was doing.  It turned out pretty good considering I had to squint half the time.

I rushed back to my room and pulled on some clothing that probably wasn’t a perfect match.  After I put my socks on, I knelt on the floor again and checked underneath my desk for the glasses.  I found a sock that I thought I had lost six months ago.  I had to keep looking.

Eventually I had to give up. I stood and grabbed my phone off the bed, shoving it into the butt pocket of my jeans.  Then I took the step toward my bedside table and grabbed for my watch.  As I grabbed my watch, my fingers bumped into a familiar shape: Sitting there, on my bedside table, were my glasses.

Of course.