SUPER DRY

"You have a condition called blepharitis," said the optician, looking me right in the eyes, "It means the surfaces of your eyes are extremely sensitive and dry, just as you thought."

I reached for my glasses, unfolded them and then slotted them into place. The room snapped into focus.

There will be no contact lenses for me then. I must live inside this world of glass, bound by the fuzzy outline of the frames like a permanent visual reminder that I am stuck in a box.

I'll get over it. I walked through the rain, between the brightly lit shops and the coloured umbrellas. Everyone suddenly seemed very cool, even in the wet.

Not ever as cool though, as the people who appear on the prints on the wall at SpecSavers. These young, smiling models drape arms around each other and their perfect eyes beam unnaturally through their lens-free spectacle frames. 

There is no way they'd choose to wear glasses in real life when they look that that and are as happy as that.

I'm not sure anyone really would, when it comes down to it.