Your theme for today's writing: breathless.
Can't even explain how much fun it is to hang out with the guy I chose as my best man for my wedding day. Honestly couldn't breathe at several points this evening, I was laughing so hard.
I don't know if anything will actually come of it, but we appear to be in the planning stages of writing a children's story together. Possibly the most bizarre children's story ever.
And also, in my humble and unbiased opinion, the most hilarious.
I'll let you know if we get our act together and actually make a serious (so not the right word) go of it.
Air slips free but does not return. All is calm initially, there is no reason to worry. Just a temporary inconvenience that will be over soon.
Seconds pass and still there is no new air. Concern blossoms in dark, secret rooms within. A slight tightening of the chest, a darting about of the eyes. Knowledge that something is amiss.
Panic awakens and speeds through veins, forcing limbs to flail and grasp. What was light is now dragged toward the dark. Thoughts grow sporadic, confused.
Still there is an emptiness where the breath of life should be. Fighting, refusing to give up. A losing battle.