My eyes flutter open
to a world draped in a haze
a sight so unclear and undefined
that I am left in a daze.
I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows
a light so blurred and gold
that I can't admire or comprehend.
My hands reach out
to find the cool temple of my treasure
a routine that I must do everyday.
I settle the object against my face,
the lenses altering my view of the obscure abyss of my room
into a detailed and clear heaven.
Without them my life would be
a struggle to survive,
they are like the
air that I breathe,
an essential treasure that I need.