Morning Frames: Fictional short story

From the glasses perspective 

Is sit in my case, same as every night, awaiting the glorious sunlight to free me as a prepare for travel. My framework is solid, but my glass is mildly scratched and cracked. It never bothers me thoe, some scars are worth the sacrifice to my human for she gives me the gift of flight. Every morning starts the same, my human lifts me to her barely opened eyes and begins to see as clear as I can. As of now we see the same things and feel the same triumph as another day begins to take form. As the bright sun rays reach threw my glass face and shimmer in her beautiful, olive green eyes. As her iris shrinks to allow more of her grassy tones to show threw my face I try to smile. I may have no face but trust when I say I am always as happy as she is and I will do all I can to protect her eyes. As they all eat I make sure that she can see every single grain of her cereal as she eats, her eyes lighting up with every bite. Her lashes tickle sometimes, but she never notices and I think its like she's giving me a big eyeball hug. Until..Her slanted head and her mesmerizing yes allow me to slip off of her, falling into a milky white abis. Smooth and gentle, yet suffocating me as I realize my girl cant use those graze like eyes properly without my protection. I hear her gasp and can just imagine her pupils dilating and the horror setting in as she is sent into near darkness. I begin to cry, I've failed her because I couldn't stay at my post. Now I will drowned as I disserve in this sweet, white tourter chamber. As I crack for the last breath I have, suddenly the hand of God reaches through the white sludge as if it was water. I am pulled out before my frame even hits the bottom of the bowl. She...she saved me, now I must repay her to restore the balance in this relationship, but how? She's cleans me off and assures I'm fit for duty, as I fly back into the sky and back were I belong. Her oceanic blue eyes are filled with nothing but forgiveness. One of the things I love about her and that she is never mad at me. We stride towards the door with pride and as we walk out we both see it...the school bus. As it pulled up hundreds are giant shards of dust come after t girl. I can sense mine and her fear. If eve one particle even tries tot ant her amazing eyes I will stop it. As they come flying towards us she walks forward. Dragging us into and out of battle. Finally the meteor shower is over and we can get on the bus. I am now covers is injuries but its worth it. Her brilliant green eyes still shimmer in the light as if never dulled out before. I intend on keeping it this way throughout today and forever. <3 <3