The breath. It went in and out. At first it went in. Then it pored slowly out again. And that`s how it went. The roof was over me. The bed under me. Handkerchiefs, used and unused layed on the pillow beside me. A pot of warm juice on the floor.
-Is there something you would like to have, I heard from the floor beneath.
I breathed in. Then out. Then in again.
-No, I breathed out.
I sailed into a place of nothing. It was nothing there. I was nothing. The breath. I had to concentrate on breathing. It teared me out again. The roof was over me. The bed under me. And the breath went in and out.