I forget to breathe. This isn't a metaphorical statement expressing why I should contemplate on life's dealings. I literally forget to breathe, and I find myself...drowning on air...it's as if I have a potential case of death by somnolent suffocation, but for adults it's strange.
After starting my trip from Quebec at 5am, I made it all the way through half of NY state and decided to get off and power-nap for 30 minutes. I pulled into the local Taco Bell/KFC (cast the first stone, I dare you!), turned the car off, reclined the seat back to a somewhat comfortable position, and shut the eyes for a steady snooze.
Napping wasn't as pleasant as I hoped though. I felt myself struggling to breathe, choking on my subconscious' indecision to function properly, and utterly passively panicking to this phenomenon.
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