My eyes are stucked.
My body is paralyzed.
I can feel the many tubes wrapped around my cold, pale face.
My eyes still closed, I try to lift my head off the hard stone beneath my head meant to be a pillow but what I feel is more painful than anything you have ever felt.
I bare to open my eyes, but once that step done, I realise that I've never should've done it.
Then, I fall off my "bed" and spread myself open on the freezing, white floor, like a star.
And I try to yell something, but all I do is laugh. Laugh of what is left of me, laugh because, well, when you are at a point where you can't cry, shout or speak, then what is left is this insignificant thing that you do, called mysteriously as it seems, laughter.
...
I'm happy now.

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J.