A Sad Soul Can Kill You Quicker Than a Germ

Inhale!
One…two…three…four…five…six…
Hold!
One…two…three…four…
Exhale! One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…
3:32 am. Gasping for air. My throat tightens. I gasped — the feeling of sharp glass caught in my trachea…