It was a year ago. I woke up, the sun shone, birds sang and the light filled the whole room. First, I wanted to set up my glasses. "Where are they, I thought. I did not have any idea. For me, the world does not exist without glasses. Nervously, I looked at my treasure everywhere: on the bed, under bed, kitchen and bathroom. What I do now. Despondent. Is it logical? Yesterday evening I left my glasses here, yet they can not disappear. I was tired, I needed someone's help. My husband, fortunately, came back after a long night of work. He sat comfortably in an armchair. "Why are your glasses here? he asked surprised.