Written by Guy’s Glasses…
I’ve been around in various guises for four decades. Ever faithful and reliable. The first thing he reaches for every morning. His windows on the world.
The alarm goes and I know he’ll be picking me up in a minute (or sometimes several). Let’s have a look in the mirror- I do my best to frame the face that stares back. Sometimes I get a smile for my troubles, other days it’s hard word work but I’ve already got a sense of the day ahead.
There’s a routine to be followed- show him the news, check his mail, show the road ahead as he drives to work, show him around the office, saying hello to people and tipping him off when it’s best to discreetly withdraw. Of course that’s weekdays- not that I get much time off at weekends. I’m needed to watch a film, take in views of the countryside, read a book, or watch the football.
We’ve been through our ups and downs. When I first met him he was embarrassed to be seen with me. Some of the other kids at schools would point at me. But there were others like me around and people got used to me.
Things settled down until he had a fling with some contact Ienses. I was hurt although I knew it wouldn’t last. And I was right. As time wore on he became more conscious of the lenses than he ever. When I saw him I could see the pain and redness in his eyes- I’d never do anything to hurt him. And I don’t need an entourage of cleaning fluids and potions that gradually took over the bathroom cabinet.
Slowly we got back together- firstly for evenings and weekends if he wasn’t going out. Then for family life and eventually at work. We were now an item again- I was as much as part of his face as his nose and mouth.
Every now and again I see the dried-up discs on the side of the sink. But the lenses just don’t bother me anymore- they are part of the “morning after the night before”. As I’ve learnt my craft I’ve become adaptable to most situations. I can be as stylish as any jacket or shirt he owns, I can dress down for round-the-house, I can turn into a former version of myself for the gym, I can even be a pair of goggles for the pool, I can mirror the weather when I’m in the garden and finally I can worship the sun.
I’m happy with my lot. More recently other people have started to notice me. It’s always nice to get a compliment- sometimes from an unexpected source. I’m on duty until last thing at night – just before lights out – the sign that the day has truly ended. Maybe one night he might even say thank you.
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