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The Bigger Picture

Fear of Suffocation

Space + air = life

Photo by Christina Victoria Craft on Unsplash

I lay still in a reclined chair, a clear plastic hood inches from my face. The sound of my own breathing was absurdly magnified inside the bubble. I could hear nothing but rushing air, labored and echoey. Would there be enough air for me after the next breath? Or the next breath. Or the next one. Where was the air? How would it get to me?

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Tina L. Smith

Tina L. Smith

Writer, humorist, animal lover, lifelong language geek (er, I proofread for fun). I write on diverse topics that catch my fancy. Everything but haiku(tm). [she]