I smiled as I walked through the drizzling rain on my way home from school. It wasn’t annoying or bad but instead cool and damp on my skin. I breathed in the fresh crisp oxygen and my lungs received it happily. I took another breath before realizing that I’d earlier been holding my breath. Why was that? I certainly hadn’t thought about it or done it with any purpose, as if I’d just stopped taking in air. “Odd I guess,” I muttered grasping my throat and massaging it as I pondered. Although in all honesty I’m not entirely sure what I pondered, it could have been about how I’d just spent a minute without breathing or even noticing it, I could have been trying to figure out what class my crush was in after mine, or bassicly anything else my mind decided it wanted to waste it’s time thinking about. After walking for some ten minutes I reached my house and stopped at the door hesitating as I stared at my reflection in the gleaming golden knob my hands merely hanging limply at my side, I didn’t really want to open the door. At least not right now, I told myself. I can take a walk around the block or see what the chickens are up to and if they’re hunting anything. I laughed quietly to myself remembering how Baby had used to go scratching in the dirt to find grubs before letting us break it up a bit more and she went scratching again. I smiled lightly as my throat tightened and my brain screamed for air but I being the stubborn jack-ass that I am I refused to open my mouth to give it some. After all, what’s wrong with not breathing? I have no idea how to actually format writing bleh also declaimer ig never actually happened tho this is me.
