bleary_eyed past the alarm shattered his dreams into a million pieces. he quickly dragged himself up before the sun to keep the gentle tune from waking the room. grasping blindly, he found glasses on the dresser and put them on. the world was blurry as he stumbled down the stairs to where the coffee was brewing. what beautiful, brilliant person, he thought, combined a clock and a coffee machine. a hero, that's what kind. he poured the black stimulant into a black mug in the dark, overfilling the vessel and spilling the precious infusion across the counter. damnit, he said aloud, and reached for the dish towel. the world was out of focus when he looked over. the kitchen a smudge. he doubled checked, yes glasses on. what's happening? is this it? is this the end? what kind of rapid degeneration starts in the eyes. he grabbed the mug, took a deep breathe, a dipper scalding sip, swore, and did his best to make it to the couch assessing his organs. heart's fine. lungs working. legs and arm ok. increasingly awake and clear minded he walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror hoping to see the problem staring back. and there it was, he picked up her newly prescribed glasses instead of his own much stronger ones. 230202 what's it to you? who go blather from