Malia realized she had forgotten to breath, the red flashing light on the side of one of her glasses lenses told her. She took a deep breath and the light went away. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, there was a rhythm to it she knew that. She still needed the glasses to assist her; there were few people who didn’t. You had to be careful with breathing, standing up, sitting down, running, walking, each required a different breathing rate. It was easier to let the glasses tell you when to breath rather then spend all day thinking about it.
Scientists were always promising a better automatic breathing device. Maybe one that didn’t weigh fifty pounds and require a constant, large, source of electricity to operate. At the moment the sole model available was practical only to use while sleeping. Actually it was necessary while sleeping if you didn’t want to suffocate. You couldn’t wear the regulation glasses while asleep and they wouldn’t do you any good with your eyes closed anyway.
Malia hated the glasses, even though everyone else she knew also wore them. It wasn’t their appearance so much; it was her dependence on them she hated. She sighed and flipped on her television. The president was speaking again, Malia leaned forward eagerly. She had no interest in what the man said, it was his face that fascinated her, his glasses free face.
To be continued....
You are doing really well! You did leave out the "e" in the word "one", near the beginning of paragraph 2, though.
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