Rituals of the Eye
Every night and every morning, the same. Late night crusty eyeballs, contacts dried and brittle against the dimming color of my late night pupils. Fall asleep, then dawn, and then my morning. Waking gooey vision, eye drops, fight the urge to rub my eyes and be happy with my implants.
My eyes quickly dart around the room. It’s highly sensitized and quite easily more powerful than my original, birth vision, but of course, as any good thing or story does, they come with a price. Pain is an even trade for greater ability though, right?