Non-Fiction segment to start - Missed a day, so you will get two half page stories as one post today. Sorry about that. Won't happen again.
First Fiction segment,
I couldn't breathe. There was something that was making it impossible to breathe. Was I drowning? I didn't feel wet. Do you have to feel wet when you are drowning? Does that matter? I can't think.
I couldn't think because I couldn't breathe. How long had I not been breathing. Was I living my whole life not breathing? Or was this a recent event. Was I going to die from it? Am I dying?
I wasn't dying, but I couldn't even remotely take a breath. What the fuck was going on? I wasn't wet. Was someone strangling me? How could I hope to figure that out? Wouldn't that be obvious? Well, so would drowning wouldn't it? I hadn't noticed either.
How long can you live without breathing? In the most rigid definition of breathing, it would be minutes right? But this had been hours right? Hours. Not one breath. What the fuck was happening?
Ah, it all makes sense now.
I was having the best sex of my life.