by Ari Collins
Across the mattress, Nina’s breathing was both shallower and deeper than mine, short sharp breaths in, slow phlegmy exhalations. I struggled to match mine to hers. Breathing so painstakingly, I almost missed the change; was she trying to match me too? I searched for my natural rhythm to see if she followed. It was gone.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Lockstep - Alternate Ending
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