Blue eyes and the last of the line

I woke up at six the morning and went to take a piss.
While I was washing my hands I looked up in the mirror and my eyes were the deepest blue that I had ever noticed them being.
I mean spookily, eerily blue.
Bluer than my father's deep blue eyes.
Bluer than my Uncle Ernest's or Uncle Lawrence's deep blue eyes.
Bluer than my Aunt Pauline's, my Aunt Jean's, my Aunt Bea's, my Aunt Ruby's, my Aunt Estine's, and yes, even bluer than my Aunt Blue's deep blue eyes.

I just went back and checked in the mirror, and yes, they're still just as blue.