She watched her breath. It sunk heavily in the air, as a sigh would. As she inhaled the breath weighed in her chest, getting caught between the heart beat. Her eyes closed and she held herself, her breath pausing, eyes wide open counting the seconds: how long could she hold it in for.
She was breathing by obligation.
Her breath left her body in the form of laughter: giggling it’s way around her air space. She inhaled a smile that swirled deep into her mind, leaving a blanket of peace.
She was breathing by choice.