I surged up, swung my feet out of bed, placing them on the floor, and drew in a deep breath. My wide-awake expression instantly dissolved into a zombie-like-state.
Slowly, I extend my arm to the night stand and fumbled my hand around the surface of the table.
Ah, found them, my glasses.
Too exhausted to notice, I slide them to my face.
For a minute I was confused: peering out in one eye observed everything red while the other observed everything blue– neither magnified the scenery.
I took them off.
Indeed, they were 3D glasses.
Without resisting, I giggled.
My son is quite the troublemaker but at the same time he is quite funny.
“Elliot!” I yelled angrily.
Trotting in and leaning on the door, he asked tight-lipped, “yes, Dad?”
I stared blankly at him with the glasses flopping in my hand. My, oh-so-darling-son, turned around for a second and laughed.
Then turning around, he again asks in a puffed up voice, “yes, Dad?”
In response, I put the glasses on and made a fish face at him.
Without any resistance, he bursts out laughing, throwing his head down and holding his stomach.
He couldn’t stop laughing.
I waited patiently. After a bit, he comes up still giggling and hands my glasses.
Since I had the day off, I put my real glasses in my shirt pocket and instead, wore the 3D glasses he gave me for the day.
My day captivated me; it was filled with bumping into things, squinting, and confusing simple things for other things.
I stood for 10 minutes wondering who’s shoes were sitting by the kitchen wall, when in fact, it was just plastic bag.
I wasted another 10 minutes staring at the teapot wondering what kind of contraption laid on the burner stove.
The blue and red shades did not help me at all. I thought for a second after walking into the living room, the couch magically turned brown.
I have gone a long time without wearing glasses, so I was mind-boggled by these unfamiliar shapes and blurry patterns.
To make it all worth it though, every time I walked pass Elliot, he would just fall to the floor laughing. And I, myself, couldn’t help but to laugh with him or every time I passed a mirror.
Although, he ended up sweeping and washing the floors as punishment.