Open Blocked Nose -

He took a breath. Then another. Then a deep, glorious, lung-filling inhale that traveled all the way down to his toes. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard: the soft, rhythmic whisper of oxygen moving freely through his face.

“Fine,” he whispered to the ceiling. “We do this the hard way.” open blocked nose

Leo looked at his reflection. His eyes were red. His upper lip was shiny with menthol. There was a single noodle from the soup clinging to his shirt. He had never felt more defeated. He took a breath

He lay on his back, mouth-breathing like a beached whale, staring at the water stain on the ceiling that looked vaguely like a disapproving face. The disapproving face seemed to mock him. You should have bought that humidifier, it seemed to say. You should have changed the air filter. You should not have eaten that entire cheese platter at midnight. It was the most beautiful sound he had