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This is an exercise in breathing.
I love listening to people breath when they're asleep,when they're emotional, in a passionate embrace, when they're first waking up and they have their first tast of the day. I love resting my head on someone's chest and listening to their breathing. I breathe in their emotions and experience them as I float through their experience as well as mine. Especially in the morning, that perfect calm where nothing could have possibly ruined the day yet. That truly innocent moment. The one that I go to sleep for.
Two of my dearest friends had come to visit me, and we were all getting ready to sleep so I curled up with my pillows on the floor, one of the boys took the couch, and the other my futon. I knew they were asleep by the sounds of their breathing so I looked at the two of them, just watched them sleep for a while. That perfect tranquility of a dreamless sleep. They both looked so relaxed so I lied down on the floor again and drifted to sleep myself. I was awakened by a noise like someone walking into my room so I carefully opened my eyes to see that it was my cousin and he promptly went back out of my room having discovered we were sleeping. I smiled to myself and listened to see if the boys were still asleep but there was something louder so I couldn't tell. I took a deep breath and started walking for the one on the couch only to be pounded with pillows from both sides. The one on the couch pulled me down and the one on the futon pulled up my feet and they both clung to me. I could hear the one on the couch breathing a bit more heavily and I smiled at the two of them.