Waking and Breathing

There was a point where I felt asleep and I couldn't remember how to breathe. I kind of had this feeling that I knew I was sleeping but I couldn't quite wake myself up to breathe. It scared me, it felt like I wasn't in control of my own body, as if there was some sort of outside force telling me what I could and couldn't do. I struggled for a while, shaking, yelling at myself, "WAKE UP, YOU KNOW HOW TO BREATHE." I shook around and tried my hardest to get my mouth to open and suck in the one bite of air that could fill my empty lungs. My mind was screaming, but not loud enough to wake me up. Just as I thought I was going to suffocate myself in my sleep, I woke, and my chest began to rise. I felt relieved, awake, and in a sense, new. This feeling will continue to rise as I live my new life. I will continue to breathe the angry fool wind.