08.18.2003 - 10:17 a.m.

Last night I laid under a dark ceiling, breathing alternate breaths between my mouth and my nose. Cold, clogged. Cold, clogged. I was no more than half awake and dumbly confused because the sound would wheeze when I wasn�t wheezing. I couldn�t feel the air moving where the breath noises told me it should be, coming in or going out. I was a face with two sets of lungs.

Then I realized I was mistaking his breath for mine.

-stonebridge

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