Panic
You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you are breathing through a drinking straw. Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a strangled croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. But you have to breath to scream.
Panic
Chapter Ten, March 1981
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
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Que esperan de mi los dias, los años, la gente... no lo sé. Mas me arriesgo a no tomarle importancia y escribo, siento, camino, vuelvo...a veces vuelo, a veces me sangran los pies de tanto arrastrarlos... qué importa...
