The Journey of Finding My Glasses By: Eileen Lee

The Journey of Finding My Glasses

Eileen Lee 7-7

I can’t walk properly.

All I can see are blurry things that are on my way.

I wave my arms not to bump into things.

I have lost the way to see.

I looked under the sofa.

All I can see is dust and my long lost pencils and erasers.

I looked at the side of my bed,

All I can see is half eaten bread.

I looked at the bathroom behind the towels,

All I can see is a BUG!?!? Ugh. Wait, no. It is a pair of lost earrings.

I am doomed.

What will my mother say to me?

Scold me?  Shout at me?

I saw the reflection of my terrified face on the mirror.

I notice something.

                                  My glasses were on my head the whole time!