Mary’s New Glasses

I’d only meant it as a joke when I put on Mary’s new glasses, but it scared the smugness right out of me. I’d already figured my eyes were growing dim—a stronger bulb at my bedside, a larger font in my browser—and I’d certainly seen it happen to plenty of my friends, but I’d forgotten how sharp the world once was, and it frightened me. Sure, I’d love to read easy again, but coming from a guy who can’t help but pick out the flaws in everything he sees, I don’t think I could afford the extra resolution.