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“Grace! Grace!”
I open my eyes, looking over at Rocky once I register his voice.
”Rocky, what-”
”Grace! Wake up.”
”I’m up, I’m up.” I mumble as I sit up on my bed.
I go to rub the sleep from my eyes, but something blocks my hand from reaching my skin.
Oh.
”Grace fall asleep with eye glass on again.”
”Glasses, Rocky.” I take off my glasses, setting them down besides me on the now balled-up blanket. I must have been tossing and turning again.
”Grace needs to be careful. Glasses are fragile. Computer says so.” Rocky scolds lightly.
I try to rub some of the sleep away from my eyes before looking down at my friend. “You were researching glasses?”
”Yes, Rocky read that glasses break easily. Also need to be cleaned often or they are not usable. Are Grace glasses clean, question?”
I pick up my glasses and look at the lenses. Even though they’re blurry this close up, I can still tell how dirty they are.
”Grace supposed to clean glasses often,” Rocky lectures. “Glasses dirty easily.”
I start to wipe off the lenses of my glasses with the bottom of my shirt, getting off dirt that’s been there who knows how long. Really, how did I not notice how dirty these were before?
Rocky notices and goes back into a lecture. “Grace cleaning? Glasses must be dirty. Dirty dirty, bad.” He stomps twice inside his ball to get his point across.
”Yes, very dirty. But I cleaned them, so they’re alright now.” I put the glasses back on to see if anything’s changed.
Oh. Wow.
Holding my hand up, I look at how clear I can see the lines of my palm now.
”Grace only use glasses when Grace need to see close, question?” Rocky asks, tilting his carapace.
”Yeah, I’m farsighted.”
”New word means Grace can only see close?”
”Right.”
I was starting to wake up now, but not nearly enough to get into a deep dive on human eyesight. “Can we continue this in the morning, bud? I’m tired. Need sleep.”
Rocky doesn't answer that.
”Rocky saw Grace moving while sleeping. Is Grace okay?”
I let that question sit in the air for a moment, thinking. ”Yeah, I’m okay. Tonight is just a… bad sleep kind of night.” Rocky knows what that means by now. I’ve had more than a few of these kinds of nights. Rocky taps one of his claws a few times.
“Bad sleep night.” He confirms.
I nod.
”Grace take glasses off. Go sleep. Rocky watch.”
I let myself smile at that as I take off my glasses and put them aside.
I straighten out my blanket and lay back down, covering up and closing my eyes.