Instinctual hand to my mouth, absentmindedly thumbing my Cupid's bow...
I see the very atoms your diaphragm drags into your body, down an enviously wide passage. The way the oxygen vibrates next to nitrogen and the diffusion across your membranes.
Your hands are warm, cheeks glow.
The antithesis of me.
Chatter away, my random stranger friend. Tell me your trivialities, your useless spewing of oxygen.
Pardon me if I'm not listening, for I just can't seem to shake the envy that I'm feeling at every breath you take.