The Daily life of inanimate objects

Entry #1:

Everything was going well. I was comfortably perched on top of my master's nose bridge, aiding the weak vision of the orbs. It was just like any other day, until I overheard some frightful news that caused my whole body to tilt over. They were going to replace me.

Apparently my prescription is out of date. Out of date? How insulting. I'm not that old! Six and a half years at that, and I'm still in one piece! I know I am no longer the beauty I once was since the beginning of my career. My body, once pink and crisp has been scrapped down, revealing a grayish, rusty metal. My lenses, which were clear and smooth, are now covered with tiny scratches. But I assure you, I serve my purpose just as well as I did the day I was bought and used.

All I want is a chance. Doesn't my master realize how much of a help I have been? I will not just sit helplessly and watch as I be replaced by some new, snobby, thick-framed amateur. I am enraged! Just for that, if there ever is a need for a temporary replacement when the amateur gets lost or broken, I won't be there.

Entry #2:

After an irritable night of pondering through my worries, I was once again summoned for duty this morning. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, but I continued to assist the orbs with my glass lenses.

During the beginning of my day, I didn't hear news about my replacement schedule. I was hoping my master had come back to her senses and dropped the idea of replacing me. It was a false hope, but it kept me going through the day. I haven't been this anxious since the time my master's sibling kicked a soccer ball in her face and knocked my lens out!

When my master had returned home from school however, my hope vanished. She and her father began to discuss when they should set an appointment for the optometrist. They decided to schedule one for tomorrow. Suddenly the anger I had been feeling turned into fear. This was too soon, I thought. Much too soon. But I still have a couple of days before my time comes. It takes a little less than a week for the new glasses to be ready to purchase.

My body is shaking with anxiety, it's like waiting for death to knock at my door. Where I'll be ending up next will be worse than death, I know it!

Entry #3:

So there I was, sitting on top of a small desk, watching as the giant, black machine was placed over my master's face. I could hear the optometrist ask my master to recite some letters and numbers on the board. Then he began overlapping multiple lenses in front of the eyes of the machine to find the orb's prescription. What carried on for several minuets felt like hours, but the time had finally came for my master to browse for a new visual aid. I could feel the fear burn up inside of me as my master placed me on top of her nose bridge once again.

My master walked out of the office, leading into another room. All I saw were rows and shelves of new models, just waiting to purchased. I gulped, but I couldn't swallow this terrifying feeling. One of these models would soon replace me and I will be left alone in a small, cramped container, only to be used as a back up. Only one questioned lingered in my thoughts: "Just which one of these Newbies will be chosen as my heir?"

My master sure took her sweet time to pick her new glasses, constantly trying on new models, taking me on and off. It was as if I was being slowly tortured. All that time I had been waiting and waiting. Just choose and let me rid of my misery! As if heard from the gods above, my master came to a stop. "I like these ones!" She said, finally. She removed me from her bridge and switched me with a pair of pink, square framed glasses. "What? Why the square frames? How do people find these models so attractive?" I wailed. But the pink glasses just smirked and told me I was behind the times. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your owner." It said.

So that was my replacement. I couldn't believe it. Am I really that old to be incapable of judging a hideous pair of glasses?

Entry: # 4

Last night was restless, stressful and worrisome. I did not sleep. I couldn't. My mind was lingering in the darkness, unable to shake off my worries.

As I sat there on the desk beside the bed, waiting for the sun to rise, I thought about my fate. What will happen to me on the day of my replacement? Where will I end up? Will I be thrown away like my ancestors before me? I could feel the soft heat of sun filling up the room, it's shiny beams reflecting off my lenses. I never really appreciated being soaked by it's warmth every morning. Perhaps I should start now. After all, these next couple of days will be the last I'll feel of it. Then the radio sang it's morning call, and I was yet again pick up and placed on the face of my owner.

It was the start of a new day. My master went through her morning preparations and left for school. I gave aid to the orb's vision as if it were any average day. And tomorrow will be the same. And the next one, and the next one, until my time has come to be swapped with another pair of new, shiny glasses. But I suppose that's how life is. All good things must come and go, leaving the newer generation to take their place. I guess I am old. Maybe I should just except my uselessness and retire.

Before I do that, I will take the opportunity to enjoy my last days of being useful. And during dusk, I'll eagerly wait for the sun to seep through the sheer bedroom curtains to hit it's warm beams againts my body.