Coming back, I snorted again. Throwing the coin once more.
Palm, gold, eyes, and ears uncovered.
The three occupants of the lightened-up room have become unbelievably thin; their eyes are empty; they could as well be corpses.
The tall girl in her mid-twenties sits unmovingly in a corner; her thin hair, having grown ridiculously long, hangs down lifelessly on her sides.
Suddenly, she raises her head and looks up, her body taut.
Her eyes are dazed as she takes a breath, the sound audible to everyone in the room. The next moment, she breathes out.
She stands up, and her parents look at her in horror. The skeleton-like figure suddenly seemed to have more flesh on it; the long, damaged hair turned shiny and strong; her skin seemed healthier, overall more beautiful than they had ever seen her before.
