“I stayed there sipping in that wrong air, until it filled my lungs with knowing that something bad was about to happen.”

“From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and air to fill them with... p 1”

“My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth. Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn.”

“It's always safe until something bad happens.”

“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.”

“I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with summer.”