Spoor of the Bookworm

By Bookworm1962

On waking this morning I stretched, sighed deeply and rubbed my eyes. I then froze in mid rub as it dawned on me what I was doing. So after all the care not to exert myself even slightly, the fortnight of cleaning rituals, the endless eye drops, I went and shoved my grubby little finger into my orbit and had a good waggle. I am a moron.

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