just don’t breathe and we’ll stop time, she said

Life was passing by much too fast. She was not making enough of each day. And their collective sums were lackluster and insignificant.

The sheer force of how fast each minute and day and week and month was sweeping by left her feeling shocked and choked.

Like the wind had been knocked out of her.

Like she couldn’t breathe.

But wanted to, more than anything else in the world.