The heavy door creaks open as a shadow enters the room with Mara attached to it. I sigh with relief after knowing that dreaded memory is over. Mara places her handbag down on the floor, takes a celebrity magazine out of it. She lounges into the cushioned chair next to my bed and begins to read. My eyes focus again towards the ancient TV. My cheek itches like ants crawling on my skin. I scratch it with my cold fingers.
Wait a minute! I just scratched my cheek. I turn my head toward Mara. Her mouth gapes open.
"You just did that. You just moved!" She lightly points her hand toward me. I stutter yet nothing comes out. "Who says that miracles don't exist," Mara sighs as she slouches back into the chair in complete awe.
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